The Poetical Triumvirate

Poor Dryden! what a theme hadst thou,
Compar'd with that which offers now?
What are your Britons, Romans, Grecians,
Compar'd with thorough-bred Milesians?
Step into G—ff-n's shop, he'll tell ye
Of G—ds—th, B—k-rs—ff, and K-ll-:
Three poets of one age and nation,
Whose more than mortal reputation,
Mounting in trio to the skies,
O'er Milton's fame and Virgil's flies;
While, take one Irish evidence for t'other,
Ev'n Homer's self is but their foster-brother.