Let 'em Censure: what care I? br The Herd of Criticks I defie. br Let the Wretches know, I write br Regardless of their Grace, or Spight. br No, no: the Fair, the Gay, the Young br Govern the Numbers of my Song. br All that They approve is sweet: br And All is Sense, that They repeat. br Bid the warbling Nine retire: br Venus, String thy Servant's Lyre: br Love shall be my endless Theme: br Pleasure shall triumph over Fame: br And when these Maxims I decline, br Apollo, may Thy Fate be Mine: br May I grasp at empty Praise; br And lose the Nymph, to gain the Bays.