English poem
NUMBER XVI. To a Poet with clouts on
by Charles Prentiss (1774–1820)
Filthy the wretch, whose hopes of fame On others worth is rested; Who meanly steals the mental food, His betters have digested.
More by Charles Prentiss
- NUMBER XII. ON THE QUESTION—WHAT IS BEAUTY. [The thoughts from Voltaire.]
- NUMBER XIII. On RUM DRINKING
- NUMBER XIV. On SHAKESPEARE
- NUMBER XIX. A certain Lawyer observed that calf skin properly shaved would make good paper
- NUMBER XVII. [TYPOGRAPHICAL.] To the same
- NUMBER XX. On a man of a full purse and empty heart
- NUMBER XXIII. On a slovenly Poetaster, who observed that all good poets were slovenly and poor
- On being refused a Lady's company to a Ball, the following was sent