What dire Offence from poetical Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing—This verse to LYRIC, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n Database may vouchsafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve, my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-read User t'assault gentle Doggerel?
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make gentle Lyric reject its Lord?
In tasks so bold, this little Poem engages,
And in soft Prosody, queries what this Age is.