Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham
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.