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Rh Two bordering wits contend for glory; And one is whig, and one is tory: And this, for epicks claims the bays, And that, for elegiack lays: Some fam'd for numbers soft and smooth, By lovers spoke in Punch's booth; And some as justly Fame extols For lofty lines in Smithfield drolls. Bavius in Wapping gains renown, And Mævius reigns o'er Kentishtown: Tigellius plac'd in Phœbus' car From Ludgate shines to Temple bar: Harmonious Cibber entertains The court with annual birthday strains; Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace; Where Pope will never show his face; Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension. But these are not a thousandth part Of jobbers in the poet's art, Attending each his proper station, And all in due subordination, Through every alley to be found. In garrets high, or under ground; And when they join their pericranies, Out skips a book of miscellanies. Hobbes clearly proves, that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature. The greater for the smaller watch, But meddle seldom with their match. A whale of moderate size will draw A shoal of herrings down his maw; A fox with geese his belly crams; A wolf destroys a thousand lambs; But