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 Where Heav'ns Free Subjects might their Rights dispute, Lest God himself shou'd seem too Absolute. Pulpits their Sacred Satire learn'd to spare, And Vice admir'd to find a Flatt'rer there! Encourag'd thus, Witt's Titans brav'd the Skies, And the Press groan'd with Licenc'd Blasphemies These Monsters, Criticks! with your Darts engage, Here point your Thunder, and exhaust your Rage! Yet shun their Fault, who, Scandalously nice, Will needs mistake an Author into Vice; All seems Infected that th' Infected spy, As all looks yellow to the Jaundic'd Eye.

Learn then what Criticks ought to show, For 'tis but half a Judge's Task, to Know. 'Tis not enough, Wit, Art, and Learning join; In all you speak, let Truth and Candor shine: That not alone what to your Judgment's due, All may allow; but seek your Friendship too. Be