Classic Poem

Since you such kind Commands are pleas'd to send,
And bless me with the charming Name of Friend:
How can I longer with your Will dispute?
No, Madam! know, your Pow'r is absolute.
So kindly you, for all my Fears provide,
What Faults the Critick sees, the candid Friend will hide.

Once did I wish this Visit you'd excuse,
And spare the Blushes of a conscious Muse,
Who fear'd before such Judgment to appear,
And dreads that Justice which she should revere:
A Judgment, which does all with Awe surprize,
And Wit, as pow'rful, as your conqu'ring Eyes.
Ah! let me freely then, this Truth confess,
I can't admire you more, nor would adore you less.