To the AUTHOR of an Epistle to Mr POPE; Occasion'd by his Epistle to the Earl of BURLINGTON

While to our Second JONES's Praise, The Bard officiously severe, Attempts a Monument to raise, What Rhyming Ape in mimic Lays Applauds the servile Sonneteer.

Forgets Palladio's grand Design, His bending Arch, his rising Pile. Tells how Apostle Pope can shine, And prostitutes his venal Line To the malicious Pigmy's Smile.

Thus when return'd from Powell's Show, Mamma asks Jack what pleas'd his Eyes; Tho' Danube's Streams in Ribbons flow Tho' Alps rise white with Paper Snow, To him in vain they flow and rise.

Master forgets the noblest thing, The Hero's Strut and haughty Tone, Raves of the Crumpt-Back Puppet-King, His ribbald Joke, his smutty Sting, And deifies a Punch alone.