Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu/475

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Ah! let me cease! in vain my bosom burns,
From Corydon unkind Alexis turns:[1]620
Thy rhymes are vain; thy Jeffrey then forego,
Nor woo that anger which he will not show.
What then?—Edina starves some lanker son,
To write an article thou canst not shun;
Some less fastidious Scotchman shall be found,
As bold in Billingsgate, though less renowned.

As if at table some discordant dish,[2]
Should shock our optics, such as frogs for fish;
As oil in lieu of butter men decry,
And poppies please not in a modern pie;[3]630
If all such mixtures then be half a crime,
We must have Excellence to relish rhyme.
Mere roast and boiled no Epicure invites;
Thus Poetry disgusts, or else delights.

Who shoot not flying rarely touch a gun:
Will he who swims not to the river run?
And men unpractised in exchanging knocks

Must go to Jackson[4] ere they dare to box.
  1. "Invenies alium, si te hic fastidit, Alexin."
  2. [Here MS. L. (a) rceommences.]
  3. And mustard rarely pleases in a pie.—[MS. L. (a).]
  4. [John Jackson (1769-1845), better known as "Gentleman" Jackson, was champion of England from 1795 to 1803. His three fights were against Fewterel (1788), George Ingleston, nicknamed "the Brewer" (1789), and Mendoza (1795). In 1803 he retired from the ring. His rooms at 13, Bond