The applause of listening juries to command,
The threats of angry judges to despise,
To scatter humour through a smiling band
And give their speeches to the public eyes
Their fates forbid; nor yet alone restrain
Their growing genius: but their dulness find,
Forbid to some to show their want of brain,
And shut their mouths in mercy to mankind.
The struggling pangs of still-born speech to bear,
To find no thought will come, and wonder when;