To Cambridge ORATORS

You who would in orations shine, Have care to use big words and fine, If in your vast round blundering head, You find there nothing is but lead, Be sure on politics to write, Or some historic thing indite; For there the speech may be admired, Tho nought but reading is required. Patient extract with inky thumb, Tho nothing new may ever come. Yet 'tis not ev'ry one will know But that from your own head they flow. A good apology first chuse, That they tow'rds you may candor use. And when you speak, be not at rest, Oft clap your hand upon your breast, Oft wide extend your limber arm; They'll think you're in your matter warm. And what to fools has often haped When you are done, yor'n may he claped,