let some News salute your Ear,
Tho' I have weary'd you, I fear:
Know, — has Vengeance vow'd,
And in the  Temple bow'd:
He but suspends his Wrath, he says,
Till he can criticise my Lays.
, thy Rancour I expect,
And shall return it — with Neglect:
Go on, display your treasur'd Rage;
Invectives shall not blot my Page:
What real Faults you note, I'll mend:
Proceed, your Efforts I attend;
Taught early, , by thy Song,
