And yet so near these modern writers run
'Tis doubtful whom to seek and whom to shun,
Nor know we when to spare or where to strike,
The bards and critics are so much alike!
"To bygone times my lingering thoughts are cast;
Good taste and reason with those times are past!
Look round and turn each trifling printed page;
Survey the precious works that please the age;
This truth at least let satire's self allow,
No dearth of pens can be complained of now.