Poem by Samuel Wesley

On the Setting up Mr. Butler's Monument in Westminster Abbey

While Butler, needy Wretch! was yet alive,  
No gen’rous Patron would a Dinner give:  
See him, when starv’d to Death and turn’d to Dust,  
Presented with a Monumental Bust!  
The Poet’s Fate is here in Emblem shown;  
He ask’d for Bread, and he receiv’d a Stone

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