Classic Poem

APOLLO — TO MR. C — — F — — — , ON HIS BEING SATIRISED BY AN IGNORANT PERSON .

Whether he's worth your spleen or not,
You've ask'd me to determine:
I wish my friend a nobler lot
Than that of trampling vermin.
A blockhead can't be worth our care,
Unless that we'd befriend him:
As you've some common sense to spare,
I'll pay what you may lend him.

ON MR. CHURCHILL'S DEATH .

S AYS Tom to Richard, " Churchill's dead: "
Says Richard, " Tom, you lie;
Old Rancour the report hath spread,
But Genius cannot die. "