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VER. 225–228:—

So pleased at first the towering Alps to try,

Fill'd with ideas of fair Italy,

The traveller beholds with cheerful eyes

The lessening vales, and seems to tread the skies.

VER. 447. Between this and ver. 448:—

The rhyming clowns that gladded Shakspeare's age,

No more with crambo entertain the stage.

Who now in anagrams their patron praise,

Or sing their mistress in acrostic lays?

Even pulpits pleased with merry puns of yore;

Now all are banish'd to the Hibernian shore!

Thus leaving what was natural and fit,

The current folly proved their ready wit;

And authors thought their reputation safe,

Which lived as long as fools were pleased to laugh.