Classic Poem

How long must Homer unaveng'd complain?
How long shall Albion join her Pray'rs in Vain?
'Ere you, Great Sir, his injuries redress,
And in good Language all his Soul express,
Alas! this little Taste you now bestow,
But gives us Wonder, and his Want does show.

The Wisdom of the Antients you rehearse,
And cloath their Fables in Heroick Verse;
So sweetly, you, those Ethick Tales convey,
We love the Moral, for the charming Lay:
And, in this Work, if ought for Censure calls,
'Tis, that you give not more Originals.
Oh nighty Dryden! once more shew thy Skill,
Exert the Powers of thy wond'rous Quill;
Redeem thy passive Sire from barb'rous Style,
And gen'rously oblige thy Native Isle:
Consider, Sir, who begs, then pray comply;
Shall Albion always ask, and Albion's Son deny?