But why then publish?  the polite,
And knowing  would tell me I could write;
Well-natur'd  inflam'd with early praise,
And  lov'd, and  endur'd my Lays;
The Courtly  read,
Ev'n mitred  would nod the head,
And  self (great  friends before)
With open arms receiv'd one Poet more.
Happy my Studies, when by these approv'd!
Happier their Author, when by these belov'd!
From these the world will judge of Men and Books,
Not from the  and