How dar'st thou, Scribler, to the World to own,
Apollo thee inspir'd to 'grave Pope's Stone?'
Wretch that thou art, who shall absolve thy Crime,
To father on Apollo thy Church-yard Rhime?
'On Pope's sad Hearse' there needs no other Stuff,
Acknowledge that thy own is Load enough;
Be wise, repent-there's nothing can thee save;
Mourn for thyself-Dulness has dug thy Grave.