The billow sweeps him, and he's found no more.
Oh! for some God, to bear my fortunes fair
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Midway betwixt presumption and despair!
"Has then some friendly critic's former blow
Taught thee a prudence authors seldom know?"
Not so! their anger and their love untried,
A wo-taught prudence deigns to tend my side:
Life's hopes ill-sped, the Muse's hopes grow poor,
And though they flatter, yet they charm no more;