Poem by Alexander Pope

Occasioned by Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham

Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
Let Crowds and Critics now my verse assail,
Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail:
This more than pays whole years of thankless pain;
Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain.
Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends. 

1. Lines on Curll
2. To Mrs. M. B. on Her Birthday
3. Verses Left by Mr. Pope
4. On Mr. Gay
5. Prayer of St. Francis Xavier

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