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The Delicacy of the nicest Ear
Finds nothing harsh, or out of Order There
Sublime or Low, unbended or Intense,
The sound is still a Comment to the Sense.

A skilful Ear, in Numbers shou'd preside,
And all Disputes without Appeal decide.
This ancient Rome, and Elder Athens found,
Before mistaken stops debauch'd the sound.

When, by Impulse from Heaven, Tyrtæus Sung,
In drooping Souldiers a new Courage sprung;
Reviving Spartans now the fight mantain'd,
And what Two Gen'rals Lost, a Poet Gain'd.
By secret Influence of Indulgent Skyes,
Empire, and Poesy Together rise.
True Poets are the Guardians of a State,
And when They Fail, portend approaching Fate.

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