In Times of , when Time was ,
And Poets their own Verses Sung,
A Verse could draw a Stone or Beam
That now would overload a Team;
Lead 'em a Dance of many a Mile,
Then rear 'em to a goodly Pile.
Each Number had it's diff'rent Pow'r;
Heroick Strains could build a Tow'r;
Sonnets, or Elogies to
Might raise a House about two Stories;
A Lyrick Ode would Slate; a Catch
Would Tile; an Epigram would Thatch.