text:  "Then he great tamer of all human art! First in my care and ever at my heart; Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend With whom my Muse began with whom shall end Ere since Sir Fopling's periwig was praise To the last honours of the Butt and Bays: O thou! of bus'ness the directing soul! To this our head like bias to the bowl Which as more pond'rous made its aim more true Obliquely waddling to the mark in view: O! ever gracious to perplex'd mankind Still spread a healing mist before the mind; And lest we err by Wit's wild dancing light Secure us kindly in our native night