Some have at first for wits, then poets passed, Turned critics next, and proved plain fools at last.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
And make each day a critic on the last.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
Good-humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
Old politicians chew on wisdom past, And totter on in business to the last.
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.