Classic Poem

Presented to a certain Nobleman of much admir'd Literary Knowledge .

Trust me, my Lord, nor Birth or Name,
(But high Respect to letter'd Fame)
Has urg'd an Infant Muse to soar
A dang'rous Height! — not brav'd before:
Forgive, my Lord, this bold Essay,
'Tis her's — not my aspiring Lay;
A G ARRICK 's, and a C OLMAN 's Name,
Were thus indulg'd, to grace her Train;
But wou'd your Lordship condescend,
To rank yourself a fost'ring Friend;
With Gratitude (so vast the Debt)
Your suppliant Bard cou'd ne'er forget.