Had I an Hundred Mouths, as many Tongues,
Had I old Nestor 's Brain, Minerva 's Skill,
Had I the Roisting Stentor 's Brazen Lungs,
Had I an Utt'rance as Fame's Trumpet shrill;
I could not half the Pageant Ills o'ercall,
That garnish and betrim the gloomy Wall.