No more at Criticks, Ned, repine, br Who say those Numbers are not thine. br I own I was suspicious too, br And thought the Verse too good for You: br But since you say those Lines you writ, br The Proof is full, and I submit. br br So, if Thaumantia should profess, br She owes Herself her glorious Dress; br And Cynthia, Empress of the Night, br Declare she shines by native Light; br (Tho' envious Criticks vent their Gall,) br I'd equally believe you all.