Inter caesa, & Porrecta

H ORACE , I think, prescribes this Rule,
(And surely Horace is no Fool)
Poets should keep, e'er the World knows it,
Their Poems nine Years in their Closet:
I own the Fancy's very good;
But pray, let this be understood:
Your meagre Poets now-a-days,
Write more for Profit than for Praise:
And whilst their Poems live in Garret,
Themselves , alas! may die for Claret.