Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief, br Whose works are e'en the frippery of wit, br From brokage is become so bold a thief, br As we, the robbed, leave rage, and pity it. br At first he made low shifts, would pick and glean, br Buy the reversion of old plays; now grown br To a little wealth, and credit in the scene, br He takes up all, makes each man's wit his own. br And, told of this, he slights it. Tut, such crimes br The sluggish gaping auditor devours; br He marks not whose 'twas first: and after-times br May judge it to be his, as well as ours.