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Rh To these young tyrants, by themselves misplaced,

Combined usurpers on the Throne of Taste;

To these, when Authors bend in humble awe,

And hail their voice as Truth, their word as Law;

While these are Censors, 'twould be sin to spare;

While such are Critics, why should I forbear?

But yet, so near all modern worthies run,

'Tis doubtful whom to seek, or whom to shun;

Nor know we when to spare, or where to strike,

Our Bards and Censors are so much alike.