Classic Poem

 A Curious Statue, we are told,
Is priz'd above its Weight in Gold;
If the fair Form the Hand confess
Of Phidias or Praxiteles :
But if the Artist could inspire
The smallest Spark of heav'nly Fire,
Tho' but enough to make it walk,
Salute the Company or talk;
This would advance the Price so high,
What Prince were rich enough to buy?
Such if Hibernia could obtain,
She sure would give it to the Dean :
So to her Patriot should she pay
Her Thanks upon his Natal Day.

 A RICHER Present I design,
A finish'd Form, of Work divine,
Surpassing all the Pow'r of Art,
A thinking Head, and grateful Heart,
An Heart, that hopes, one Day, to show
How much we to the Drapier owe.

 Kings could not send a nobler Gift;
A meaner were unworthy Swift .