poor , his Wife's so romantick:
A Letter in Rhyme! — Why, the Woman is frantick!
This Reading the Poets has quite turn'd her Head!
On my Life, she should have a dark Room, and Straw Bed.
I often heard say, that St.  took care,
No poisonous Creature should live in this Air:
He only regarded the Body, I find;
But  consider'd who poison'd the Mind.
Would they'd follow his Precepts, who sit at the Helm,
And drive Poetasters from out of the Realm!