1787 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Dr. John Wolcot

Anonymous, "To Peter Pindar" St. James's Chronicle (21 August 1787).



PETER, they say, thy Odes are fine:
But what of that? — They are no Odes of mine.
When I on Kearsly call,
And ask the Price, he tells me straight,
"Madam, 'tis Shillings twenty-eight,"
I have not wherewithal.

"They're worth as many Pounds," I say,
Then heave a Sigh, and walk away,
Unable, though right willing.
Like Brother Philips, Bard of Yore,
I own that I am sometimes poor,
And lack a "splendid Shilling."

But Peter, Spite of Wit and Sense,
This somewhat smells of Peter-Pence.
A Bard of thy Renown,
Why not indulge the Town
With a Book of moderate Size,
That we all may read and prize,
And sell it for a Crown.