Lie Philo Untouch'D, On My Peaceable Shelf, Nor Take It Amiss That So Little I Heed Thee; I've No Envy To Thee, And Some Love To Myself: Then Why Should I Answer Since First I Must Read Thee? Drunk With Helicon'S Waters, And Double-Brew'D Bub, Be A Linguist, A Poet, A Critic, A Wag; To The Solid Delight Of Thy Well-Judging Club, To The Damage Alone Of Thy Bookseller Brag. Pursue Me With Satire; What Harm Is There In'T? But From All Viva Voce Reflection Forbear; There Can Be No Danger From What Thou Shalt Print, There May Be A Little From What Thou May'St Swear.