Let 'Em Censure: What Care I? The Herd Of Criticks I Defie. Let The Wretches Know, I Write Regardless Of Their Grace, Or Spight. No, No: The Fair, The Gay, The Young Govern The Numbers Of My Song. All That They Approve Is Sweet: And All Is Sense, That They Repeat. Bid The Warbling Nine Retire: Venus, String Thy Servant'S Lyre: Love Shall Be My Endless Theme: Pleasure Shall Triumph Over Fame: And When These Maxims I Decline, Apollo, May Thy Fate Be Mine: May I Grasp At Empty Praise; And Lose The Nymph, To Gain The Bays.