In graving with Pygmalion to contend,

     Or painting with Apelles, doubtless the end

     Must be disgrace:  our actor did not so,—

     He only aim'd to go, but not out-go.

     Nor think that this day any prize was play'd; 9     Here were no bets at all, no wagers laid: 10     All the ambition that his mind doth swell,

     Is but to hear from you (by me) 'twas well.