Maria, could Horace have guessed br What honour awaited his ode br To his little volume addressed, br The honour which you have bestowed,-- br Who have traced it in characters here, br So elegant, even, and neat, br He had laughed at the critical sneer br Which he seems to have trembled to meet. br br And sneer, if you please, he had said, br A nymph shall hereafter arise br Who shall give me, when you are all dead, br The glory your malice denies; br Shall dignity give to my lay, br Although but a mere bagatelle; br And even a poet shall say, br Nothing ever was written so well.