But oh! for him my fancy culls The choicest flowers she bears, Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears.

And when false flowers of rhetoric thou wouldst cull, Trust nature, do not labour to be dull; But write thy best, and top; and, in each line, Sir Formal's oratory will be thine: Sir Formal, though unsought, attends thy quill, And does thy northern dedications fill.