The Genius of the Augustan age
His head among Rome’s ruins rear’d,
And, bursting with heroic rage,
When literary Heron appear’d;
Thou hast, he cried, like him of old
Who set the Ephesian dome on fire,
By being scandalously bold,
Attain’d the mark of thy desire.
And for traducing Virgil’s name
Shalt share his merited reward;
A perpetuity of fame,
That rots, and stinks, and is abhorr’d.