1782 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Christopher Anstey

Anonymous, in "The Wits, a Satire" London Magazine 51 (October 1782) 486.



Momus of Bath, whose laughter-loving muse
Wherever flitting folly flees, pursues,
In new address, new drolleries conveys,
With tinsel apes, and formal blockheads plays;
Gives all the softer frailties of the fair,
The dull to animate, the gloomy chear,
On whom each jovial God, some charm bestows;
To work the sportive humour as it flows;
Ah! now to balls, and water drinkers rest!
Sublimer scenes sublimer strains suggest,
Hark! Virtue mourns. The muses sympathize.
And haste to aid her, from native skies!
Nor other numbers, shall prefer to thine,
For still the simplest, are the most divine!