LOOK thro' the world — in ev'ry other trade
The same employment's cause of kindness made;
At least appearance of good will creates;
And ev'ry fool puffs off the fool he hates:
Cobblers with cobblers smoke away the night,
And in the common cause e'en play'rs unite.
Authors, alone, with more than savage rage,
Unnat'ral war with brother authors wage.
The pride of Nature would as soon admit
Competitors in empire as in wit.
Onward they rush at Fame's imperious call,
And, less than greatest, would not be at all.