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 With him, most Authors steal their Works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's Friend, Nay show'd his Faultsbut when wou'd Poets mend? No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard: Nay, run to Altars; there they'll talk you dead; For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. Distrustful Sense with modest Caution speaks; It still looks home, and short Excursions makes; But ratling Nonsense in full Vollies breaks; And never shock'd, and never turn'd aside, Bursts out, resistless, with a thundering Tyde! But where's the Man, who Counsel can bestow, Still pleas'd to teach, and not proud to know? Unbiass'd, or by Favour or by Spite; Not dully prepossest, or blindly right; Tho'