To the Learned Critic
XVII. ? TO THE LEARNED CRITIC. May others fear, fly, and traduce thy name, As guilty men do magistrates ; glad I, That wish my poems a legitimate fame, Charge them, for crown, to thy sole censure hie. And but a sprig of bays, given by thee, Shall outlive garlands, stol'n from the chaste tree.
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