'Some few in that but numbers err in this
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss
A fool might once himself alone expose
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches none
Go just alike yet each believes his own
In poets as true genius is but rare
True taste as seldom is the critic share
Both must alike from Heaven derive their light
These born to judge as well as those to write
Let such teach others who themselves excel
And censure freely who have written well
Authors are partial to their wit 'tis true
But are not critics to their judgment too?
Yet if we look more closely we shall find