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To let it have its beastly will on me?
Why should my prostituted sense be drawn
To ev’ry rule their musty customs spawn?
Just so seems Providence, as poor and vain,
Keeping more creatures than it can maintain;
Here ’tis profuse, and there it meanly saves,
And for one prince it makes ten thousand slaves.
In all I write should sense and wit and rhyme
Fail me at once, yet something so sublime
Shall stamp my poem that the world may see
It could have been produced by none but me;
And that’s my end, for man can wish no more
Than so to write as none e’er writ before.
If I designed to please, the way were then
To mend my manners rather than my pen:
The first’s unnatural, therefore unfit,
And for the second, I despair of it,
Since grace is not so hard to get as wit.
Before your pity I would choose your hate.
Since when, y’ave been the star by which I steered,
And nothing else but you I loved or feared.
Your smiles I only live by, and I must,
When e’er you frown, be shattered into dust.