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 Lost in our Pleasure, we Enjoy in you Lucretius, Horace, Sd, Mgue. And yet 'tis thought, some Criticks in this Town, By Rules to all, but to themselves, unknown Will Damn thy Verse, and Justify their own. Why, let them Damn: Were it not wond'rous hard Facetious M, and the City B So near ally'd in Learning, Wit, and Skill, Shou'd not have leave to Judge, as well as Kill? Nay, let them write; Let them their Forces join, And hope the Motly Piece may Rival thine. Safely despise their Malice, and their Toil, Which Vulgar Ears alone will reach, and will defile. Be it thy Gen'rous Pride to please the Best, Whose Judgment, and whose Friendship is a Test. With Learned H thy healing Cares be join'd, Search thoughtful Re to his inmost Mind: Unite, restore your Arts, and save Mankind. Whilst all the busie Mls of the Town Envy our Health, and pine away their own. When e'er thou wou'dst a Tempting Muse engage, Judicious Wh can best direct her Rage. To Ss, and to Dt too submit, And let their Stamp Immortalize thy Wit. Consenting Phœbus bows, if they Approve, And Ranks thee with the foremost Bards above: Whilst these of Right the Deathless Laurel send, Be it my Humble Bus'ness to Commend The faithful, honest Man, and the well-natur'd Friend.

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