WITH Triumph  possess that seat,
With Triumph  thy Odes repeat,
Unrivall'd Vigils proudly keep,
Whilst ev'ry hearer's lull'd to sleep,
But know,  BARD, when
Which still pursues thy name with hate,
The  blasts, which now
Blooms on the placid WHITEHEAD's brow,
Low must descend thy Pride and Fame,
And CIBBER's be the second Name.