PROPITIOUS Succourer of the Distrest,
Who often, by the Dead, dost make the Living blest!
How could profusive  attend
Their Mistress, Bottle, Ball, and Play,
If timely  wert-not their Friend,
To snatch the scraping Sire away?
How would dull Poets weary Time
With their insipid Rhyme,
And teaze and tire the Readers Ears
With Party Feuds, and Paper Wars,
If  great Critic! didst not use
Thy Pow'r, to point a Period for their Muse?
The Bard, at thy decisive Will,
Discards his ;
Then all his mighty Volumes lie
Hid in the peaceful  of vast Obscurity.