Alexander Pope

Mr. Humphreys, in "Verses occasioned by reading Mr. Pope's four Essays on Man" London Magazine 4 (January 1735) 35.

Let then that Paris either rhyme or fiddle,
Let Welsted lye, and honest Tibbalds piddle;
Let Budgel's frenzy start from Bee to Bee,
What are such animals to thee?
What canst thou suffer from so mean a race,
Whose malice is humanity's disgrace?

What tho' around thee stalk pale envy's brands,
With brains of froth, and stink-pots in their hands?
Can thy strong fame be wounded to the quick,
Because thy foes make half a nation sick?
If frogs at Phoebus in their fens repine,
Shall Phoebus, at their croaking, cease to shine?
Who asks if nature, by mistake, has plan'd ill
Handel's Oldmixon, or Oldmixon's Handel?
Ev'n opera frequenters own, at once,
That one's a savage, and that one's a dunce.
Let then thy petulant opposers rage,
Thou still shalt live the glory of our age;
And late posterity ('tis more than hope)
Will honour Britain for producing Pope.