English poem
On a Certain Musician's Turning Poet
by William Kenrick (1774–1829)
In vain of late did Dr. B — n, Amuse awhile the gaping town, With Poetry and Musick: King David, in the cure of Saul, So hideously did squeak and squall, It would have made a Jew sick.
But see at length both arts, in one, By great Apollo's favourite son, Most happily united. Harmoniously the fiddlers play; But, heard you what the singers say, You'd surely be delighted!
Split, then, your goose-quills, bards, or learn His two-fold art from Dr. A—; Go, and compose Sonatas; Or soon, I'll hold ye seven to six, Tenducci with old fiddle-sticks Will scrawl his own Cantatas.
More by William Kenrick
- Fine Sights; or the Countess of C—y, in Elysium
- Invocation to Silence
- Mary, the Cook-maid's Address to Her Fellow Artists of London and Westminster
- Ode. to Count Bruhl
- On Reading Thespis, a Satire on the Comedians of Drury-lane Theatre
- On the Diversity of Religious Sects and Opinions
- On the Investigation of Truth
- On the Man of Parts, and Head of the Press