O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A gym for a stage And highlight reel displays to behold the swelling scene On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this colum hold The many dunks of Gilmore? or may we cram Within this medium O the very fouls That did get drawn by the Roso? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
