a brother bard—he can no more bestow:

but dear to fame thy song immortal lives,

a nobler monument than art can shew.

inscribed under fergusson's portrait

curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleased,

and yet can starve the author of the pleasure.

o thou, my elder brother in misfortune,

by far my elder brother in the muses,

with tears i pity thy unhappy fate!

why is the bard unpitied by the world,

yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures?