Classic Poem

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.