[
  {
    "title": "To Mr Thomas Southern, on His Birthday, 1742.",
    "author": "Alexander Pope",
    "lines": [
      "Resign'd to live, prepared to die,",
      "With not one sin, but poetry,",
      "This day Tom's fair account has run",
      "(Without a blot) to eighty-one.",
      "Kind Boyle, before his poet lays",
      "A table, with a cloth of bays;",
      "And Ireland, mother of sweet singers,",
      "Presents her harp still to his fingers.",
      "The feast, his towering genius marks",
      "In yonder wild goose and the larks;",
      "The mushrooms show his wit was sudden;",
      "And for his judgment, lo, a pudden!",
      "Roast beef, though old, proclaims him stout,",
      "And grace, although a bard, devout.",
      "May Tom, whom Heaven sent down to raise",
      "The price of prologues and of plays,",
      "Be every birthday more a winner,",
      "Digest his thirty-thousandth dinner;",
      "Walk to his grave without reproach,",
      "And scorn a rascal and a coach."
    ],
    "linecount": "20"
  }
]