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Poetick FAITH.
Let Criticks quarrel with my Lays,Let Envy strive to blast my Bays;
Malice to rob my Stock of Fame,
And Fortune joyn to blot my Name;
Let Time, Oblivion, and Disgrace,
Conspire my Memory to raze;
Let all that is, and will be, join;
Let Earth and Hell their Pow'rs combine;
By Stair and Walpole's Favour crown'd,
My Classick Muse shall shine renown'd,
When Bards, pro Tempore so fam'd,
With all their Works, are dead and damn'd!
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