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To Sir Griffith Boynton Bar.
And is it true, my muse, does Boynton praise?
So great a man approve thy infant lays?
Cease then thy fears, nor dread the critick's frown;
Applause from him alone is great renown.
From him! so nice a judge and critick known,
Might fill ev'n Pope himself with pride to own.
Henceforth I'll fearless tune the trembling lyre,
And bolder notes and loftier flights aspire;
No more distrust my muse's power to fly,
Since uncondemn'd she has pass'd the nicest eye.
So great a man approve thy infant lays?
Cease then thy fears, nor dread the critick's frown;
Applause from him alone is great renown.
From him! so nice a judge and critick known,
Might fill ev'n Pope himself with pride to own.
Henceforth I'll fearless tune the trembling lyre,
And bolder notes and loftier flights aspire;
No more distrust my muse's power to fly,
Since uncondemn'd she has pass'd the nicest eye.
But say, O grateful muse! not only praise,
The poor reward of poets now-a-days;
That empty favour not suffic'd a mind
More truly great, more gen'rously inclin'd:
His condescending goodness deign'd to shew,
What he thought worthy praise, he would encourage too.
The poor reward of poets now-a-days;
That empty favour not suffic'd a mind
More truly great, more gen'rously inclin'd:
His condescending goodness deign'd to shew,
What he thought worthy praise, he would encourage too.
Now fain in gratitude I'd something say,
But humble thanks are all I have to pay;
Stay yet, my muse, till more refin'd and strong,
Then sing his praise who first approv'd thy song.
But humble thanks are all I have to pay;
Stay yet, my muse, till more refin'd and strong,
Then sing his praise who first approv'd thy song.
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