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Believe me Edwards to restrain	A
The license of a railer's tongue	B
Is what but seldom men obtain	A
By sense or wit by prose or song	C
A task for more Herculean powers	D
Nor suited to the sacred hours	D
Of leisure in the Muse's bowers	D
In bowers where laurel weds with palm	E
The Muse the blameless queen resides	F
Fair fame attends and wisdom calm	E
Her eloquence harmonious guides	F
While shut for ever from her gate	G
Oft trying still repining wait	G
Fierce envy and calumnious hate	G
	-
Who then from her delightful bounds	H
Would step one moment forth to heed	I
What impotent and savage sounds	H
From their unhappy mouths proceed	I
No rather Spenser's lyre again	J
Prepare and let thy pious strain	A
For Pope's dishonor'd shade complain	A
Tell how displeas'd was every bard	K
When lately in the Elysian grove	L
They of his Muse's guardian heard	M
His delegate to fame above	N
And what with one accord they said	O
Of wit in drooping age misled	O
And Warburton's officious aid	P
How Virgil mourn'd the sordid fate	G
To that melodious lyre assign'd	Q
Beneath a tutor who so late	G
With Midas and his rout combin'd	Q
By spiteful clamor to confound	R
That very lyre's enchanting sound	R
Though listening realms admir'd around	R
How Horace own'd he thought the fire	S
Of his friend Pope's satiric line	T
Did farther fuel scarce require	S
From such a militant divine	T
How Milton scorn'd the sophist vain	A
Who durst approach his hallow'd strain	A
With unwash'd hands and lips profane	A
Then Shakespeare debonnair and mild	U
Brought that strange comment forth to view	V
Conceits more deep he said and smil'd	U
Than his own fools or madmen knew	V
But thank'd a generous friend above	N
Who did with free adventurous love	N
Such pageants from his tomb remove	W
And if to Pope in equal need	I
The same kind office thou would'st pay	X
Then Edwards all the band decreed	I
That future bards with frequent lay	X
Should call on thy auspicious name	Y
From each absurd intruder's claim	Y
To keep inviolate their fame	Y

Mark Akenside

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