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What crowds of these, impenitently bold, In sounds and jingling syllables grown old, Still run on poets in a raging vein, Even to the dregs and squeezing of the brain; Strain out the last dull droppings of their sense, And rhyme with all the rage of impotence! WHAT CROWDS OF THESE IMPERTINENT BOLD SOUNDS AND JIGGLING SYLLABLES GROWN OLD STILL RUN ON POETS IN A RAGING VEIN EVEN TO THE DREGS AND SQUEEZING OF THE BRAIN STRAIN OUT THE LAST DULL DROPPINGS OF THEIR SENSE AND RHYME WITH ALL THE RAGE OF IMPOTENCE
as to prove unjust Fear not the anger of the wise to raise, Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. 'Twere well might critics still this freedom take, But Appius reddens at each word you speak, [585] And stares, tremendous with a threatening eye, Like some fierce tyrant in old tapestry Fear most to tax an honorable fool Whose right it is uncensured to be dull Such, without wit are poets when they please, As without learning they can take degrees Leave dangerous truths to unsuccessful satires, And flattery to fulsome dedicators Whom, when they praise, the world believes no more, Than when they promise to give scribbling o'er. 'Tis best sometimes your censure to restrain, And charitably let the dull be vain Your silence there is better than your spite, For who can rail so long as they can write? Still humming on, their drowsy course they keep, And lashed so long like tops are lashed asleep. False steps but help them to renew the race, As after stumbling, jades will mend their pace. AY YOUR TRUST NOR BE SO CIVIL AS TO PROVE UNJUST FEAR NOT THE ANGER OF THE WISE TO RAISE THOSE BEST CAN BEAR REPROVE WHO MERRY PRAISE TWERE WELL MIGHT CRITIC STILL THIS FREEDOM TAKE BUT HAPPIEST REDDENS AS EACH WORD YOU SPEAK AND STARES TREMENDOUS WITH A THREATENING EYE LIKE SOME FIERCE TYRANT IN ALL TAPESTRY FEAR MOST TO TASK AN HONOURABLE FOOL WHOSE RIGHT IT IS AND CENSURE TO BE DULL SUCH WITHOUT WIDTH ARE POET WHEN THEY PLEASE AS WITHOUT LEARNING THEY CAN TAKE DEGREES LEAVE DANGEROUS TRUTHS TO UNSUCCESSFUL SATIRES AND FLATTERY TO FULSOME DICTATORS WHOM WHEN THEY PRAISE THE WORLD BELIEVES NO MORE THAN WHEN THEY PROMISE TO GIVE SCRIBBLING AWE TIS BEST SOMETIMES YE CENSURE TO RESTRAIN AND CHARITABLY LET THE DOLL BE VAIN YOUR SILENCE THERE IS BETTER THAN YOUR SPITE FOR WHO CAN RAIL SO LONG AS THEY CAN WRITE STILL HUMMING ON THEIR DROWSY CALLS THEY KEEP AND LASHED SO LONG LIKE TOPS AT LAST TO SLEEP FALSE STEPS THAT HELP THEM TO RENEW THE RAYS AS AFTER STUMBLING JADES WILL MEND THEIR PACE
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