Say, wretched Ravidus, what evil hour
Urg'd thee to dare my fierce Iambics' pow'r?
What god, with ill advice, could tempt thy rage
Such foolish, such unequal strife to wage?
Was it, at any hazard, to be known;
To be the talk, and wonder of the town?
Thou shalt——and, wanting to supplant my flame,
Each future age shall hold thee up to shame.