Let others Phaebus Aid require
To sing their Hero's Fame,
No sacred Pow'r will I invoke,
But Dryden's awful Nime.
The wond'rous Man great Dryden knew,
Admir'd his Worth, and lov'd him too;
And in sweet Notes would still commend
The Æsculapius and the Friend.
Oh venerable Shade! my Wishes hear,
And help me sing the Man whom you esteem'd so dear.