Upon seeing Mr. Taylor's Pictures of Bath, and hearing a Connoisseur swear that "they were finely painted for…

Tell me the meaning, you who can, Of "finely for a gentleman!" Is genius, rarest gift of heaven, To the hir'd artist only given? Or, like the Catholic salvation, Pal'd in for any class or station? Is it bound 'prent ce to the trade, Which works, and as it works, is paid? Is there no skill to build, invent, Unless inspir'd by five per cent? And shalt thou, Taylor, paint in vain, Unless impell'd by hopes of gain? Be wife, my friend, and take thy fee, That Claud Loraine may yield to thee.