Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers

           ;    1  Ye poets ragged and forlorn,

           ;    2    Down from your garrets haste;

           ;    3Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born,

           ;    4    Not yet consign'd to paste;

           ;    5  I know a trick to make you thrive;

           ;    6    O, 'tis a quaint device:

           ;    7Your still-born poems shall revive,

           ;    8    And scorn to wrap up spice.

           ;    9  Get all your verses printed fair,

           ;  10    Then let them well be dried;

           ;  11And Curll must have a special care

           ;  12    To leave the margin wide.

           ;  13  Lend these to paper-sparing Pope;

           ;  14    And when he sets to write,

           ;  15No letter with an envelope

           ;  16    Could give him more delight.

           ;  17  When Pope has fill'd the margins round,

           ;  18    Why then recall your loan;

           ;  19Sell them to Curll for fifty pound,

           ;  20    And swear they are your own.