"To witch the world with noble horsemanship."
While all the rest are riding at their will,
The poor hack-author wags his weary quill;
Save through his garret-roof he knows no _rein_;
No _stir-up_, but when publishers complain;
No shay drawn up for him; pegg'd to the shop, he
Must hear no cry of hounds—but "copy, copy!"
He knows no hunter but the printer's devil,
Comes to no _checks_ but those when critics cavil,
Or such as touch his raw, if he's a feeler,
When driven to drive a bargain with a dealer.
[Illustration:
Draft Horse.
]
[Illustration:
Hunter and Hack.
]
[Illustration:
Seller and Buyer.
]