Muse, 'Tis Enough: At Length Thy Labour Ends, And Thou Shalt Live, For Buckingham Commends. Let Crowds And Critics Now My Verse Assail, Let Dennis Write, And Nameless Numbers Rail: This More Than Pays Whole Years Of Thankless Pain; Time, Health, And Fortune Are Not Lost In Vain. Sheffield Approves, Consenting Phoebus Bends, And I And Malice From This Hour Are Friends.
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