Here you will find the Poem On A Certain Poets Judgement Between Mr Pope & Mr Philips Don In An Italian Air of poet Thomas Parnell
Upon a time, and in a place, With Pan Apollo playd, Grave Midas sat to Judge ye case, And Pan ye Victour made. The Rustick to his Fauns withdrew; Whilst on ye silver wing Sweet Ph?bus for Parnassus flew To hear his Homer sing. Yet ere he went to Midas said, Ile fitt you for your Jears, So took two leaves from off his head, And stuck them in his ears. Tis hence he thinks the bays his own, And hence it comes to pass That as we think his ears are grown We sooner find the Ass.
