What, CHURCHILL, wilt thou leave the Flow'r-strewn Tracks The Muses to their Sons disclose, To toil through miry Roads with Hireling Hacks, In Party, Politicks, and Prose?
Unprejudic'd and free, thy nobler Mind Should look with Scorn on meaner Things: Leave to the Dull, the Selfish, and the Blind, To guide our Ministers, and Kings!