, beauteous , deign to view
What the  sings: to  the Song is due;
To , in whom with Joy we see combin'd
True  Greatness, and an  Mind.
Deign , bright Maid, to hear my artless Lays;
You'll awe the snarling Critics into Praise.
If Goodness can this bold Address forgive,
Nurs'd by your Smiles, my humble Rhymes shall live.