Might from the Dead old Zoilus arise, On Homer's mangled Works to feast his Eyes, To see his Life, his Honour, and his Bays, Traduc'd and travestied in Sawney's Lays; Weeping with Rapture o'er his hopeful Son, O'erjoy'd he'd cry, "The glorious Works is done; Greatly, the Boy our good old Cause defends, And I with Malice and the World am Friends."
