[No. 8). Then, who can tell? this Child which I do hide, Good Fate protect thee from a Criticks power, Say he should miss thee, and some ign'rant Asse Asses and captious Fools, not six in ten To Umpire up the badness of the cause, And screen my weakness from the rav'nous Laws, Of those that will undoubted sit to see How they might blast this new-born Infancy: If they should burn him, they'd conclude hereafter, To storm our Wits; therefore he must not rest, To my Friend Mr. GEORGE ALSOP, on his Character of W MARY-LAND. Ho such odd nookes of Earths great mass describe, Some Mines at last which may enrich the World, Thou hast described its superficial Treasure, Who fill'st the World (like th' Sea) with knowledge new. |