To the Author of the Tinder Box

Miss Flaxman

Sir Mulciber that goldsmith great
Must be a thoughtless fellow,
To send in such unfinish’d state
The box to Tinderella.

For Philo, he, whose daring Muse
Promethean fire snatches,
Has quite forgotten in his haste
To store the box with matches!

But I assert and prove I will
And what you may call a paradox
That though with matches stored, it still
Would be a Matchless Tinderbox!