A Dialogue Poem by Alexander Pope
Since my old friend is grown so great,
As to be Minister of State,
I’m told, but ’tis not true, I hope,
That Craggs will be ashamed of Pope.
Alas! if I am such a creature,
To grow the worse for growing greater,
Why, faith, in spite of all my brags,
‘Tis Pope must be ashamed of Craggs.