Succeeding Bards in rural Secrets skill'd,
Shall teach the Swain t'enrich the barren Field;
The Prophets Inspiration never ends,
But with a double Portion still descends.
Poets, like rightful Kings, can never dye,
Heav'ns Sacred Ointment will the Throne supply,
And , when he draws his latest Breath,
Will to some Darling Youth the valu'd Pipe bequeath.