While you the Fierce divided Britons awe,
And Cato, with an equal Virtue, draw,
While Envy is it self in Wonder lost,
And Factions strive who shall applaud you most;
Forgive the fond Ambition of a Friend,
Who hopes himself, not you to recommend;
And joins th' Applause which all the Learn'd bestow
On one, to whom a perfect Work they owe.
To my light Scenes I once inscrib'd your Name,
And impotently strove to borrow Fame:
Soon will that die, which adds thy Name to mine,
Let me, then, live, join'd to a Work of thine.