John Wolcot. 1738-1819.
What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
To the Royal Academicians.
No, let the monarch's bags and others hold
The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.[431:3]
To Kien Long. Ode iv.
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out.
Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv.
[432]
A fellow in a market town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down.
Farewell Odes. Ode iii.
Footnotes
[431:3] See Jonson, page 178.