To a fair hearing has at least a right.
We ask no more—with you the judgment lies;
No forgeries escape your piercing eyes!
Unbiass’d, then, pronounce your dread decree,
Alike from prejudice and favour free.
If, the fierce ordeal pass’d, you chance to find
Rich sterling ore, tho’ rude and unrefin’d,
Stamp it your own; assert your poet’s fame,
And add, fresh wreaths to Shakspeare’s honour’d name.