text:  Thou art my blood where Johnson has no part: What share have we--in nature or in art? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains Whip-stitch Kiss me ---- Promis'd a play and dwindled to a farce? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin As thou whole Eth'rege dost transfuse to thine? But so transfus'd as oil and waters flow; His always floats above thine sinks below