THE THRESHER, AND FAVOURITE POET
A QUIBBLING EPIGRAM.
The thresher Duck could o'er the queen prevail, The proverb says, "no fence against a flail." From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains; For which her majesty allows him grains: Though 'tis confest, that those, who ever saw His poems, think them all not worth a straw!
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing stubble, Thy toil is lessen'd, and thy profits double.
[Footnote 1: Who was appointed by Queen Caroline librarian to a small collection of books in a building called Merlin's Cave, in the Royal Gardens of Richmond.
"How shall we fill a library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half unfurnish'd yet?"--POPE, Imitations of Horace, ii, Ep. 1.--W. E. B.]
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