Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Nonsense Sapphics

Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses, All in the antique style of Mistress Sappho, Latin just like Horace the tuneful Roman,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspSapph's imitator: But we Bards, we classical Lyric Poets, Know a thing or two in a scurvy Planet: Don't we, now? Eh? Brother Horatius Flaccus,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspTip us your paw, Lad:— Here's to Mæcenas and the other worthies; Rich men of England! would ye be immortal? Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise to        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspGillman Jacobus; Gillman Jacobus, he of Merchant Taylors', Minor ætate, ingenio at stupendus, Sapphic, Heroic, Elegiac,—what a        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspVersificator!