When ready caution guards the lit'rate realm,
Never shall foreign floods these isles o'erwhelm:
Orthography the mother-tongue shall give,
Ever, as every where, with Truth to live;
Truth, Reason, Beauty shall o'erspread the nation;
Shall solve the RIDDLE, with one contemplation.

The public monitor of truth,
Sworn enemy to what's uncouth,
With blockheads similarly spells,
(Orthography with pleasure tells)
That thus the force of ridicule
Should laugh the learned back to school.
What then should cause that laughter strange?
What should occasion gen'ral change?

Orthography the answer gives,
To satisfy whoever lives.
The honest will confess the pity,
Court, country, citadel with city;
That ancients, with the giddy young,
Should study still the Latin tongue;
Should leave to levity, to dolour,
The unproficient English scholar;
Should give the very stranger dread,
Of gibberish, that ne'er was read;
That ne'er was heard, without derision,
Eschewing ocular revision.

This one example well will prove,