No solemn, antique gentleman of rhyme,

Who having angled all his life for Fame,

And getting but a nibble at a time,

Still fussily keeps fishing on, the same

Small "Triton of the minnows," the sublime

Of Mediocrity, the furious tame,

The Echo's echo, usher of the school

Of female wits, boy bards—in short, a fool!