"HORACE in London" — well, that's true; Nay we may say that there are two, And were the Roman here on earth He'd swear to him they owe their birth; At least he'd say that he could trace The mental features of his race; Such are the subjects he would treat, The thoughts as shrewd, the style as neat: Then would he turn his eyes around, Where some MAECENAS might be found, Who less would honour give than gain, By zeal to serve the kindred twain, And, to reward their sportive toil, Procure AUGUSTUS' fost'ring smile.
