Alexander Pope

(21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744 / London / England)

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.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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