The TRANSLATOR

Ozell at Sanger's Call, invok'd his Muse For who to sing for Sanger cou'd refuse? His Numbers such as Sanger's self might use. Reviving Perault, murd'ring Boileau, he Slander'd the Antients first, then Wycherley; Which yet not much that old Bard's Anger rais'd, Since those were slander'd most, whom Ozell prais'd. Nor had the gentle Satire caus'd complaining, Had not sage Rowe pronounc'd it entertaining: How great must be the Judgment of that Writer, Who the Plain-Dealer damns, and prints the Biter!