Epigram of Martial, Lib VII, Ep. 69.

Imitated.

No praise the grutching Rosalinda yields
To bards, till they are in th' Elysian fields.
She says that every modern is a dunce,
Forgetting Homer was a modern once.
Die—Die—she cries—and then I'll deign a smile,
Your servant, Ma'm,—but 'tis not worth my while.