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If wit so much from ignorance undergo, Ah! let not learning too commence its foe! Of old, those met rewards who could excel, And such were praised who but endeavored well: Though triumphs were to generals only due, Crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too. IF WI SO MUCH FROM IGNORANCE UNDERGO AH LET NOT LEARNING TO COMMISS ITS FOE OF OLD THOSE MEN REWARDS WHO COULD EXCEL AND SUCH WERE PRAISED WHO BUT ENDEAVORED WELL THOUGH TRIUMPHS WHERE TO GENERALS ONLY DUE CROWNS WERE RESERVED TO GRACE THE SOLDIERS TOO
l has designed Some bright idea of the master's mind Where a new world leaps out at his command And ready nature waits upon his hand When the ripe colors soften and unite And sweetly melt into just shade and light When mellowing years their full perfection give And each bold figure just begins to live The treacherous colors the fair art betray And all the bright creation fades away! Unhappy wit, like most mistaken things Atones not for that envy which it brings In youth alone its empty praise we boast But soon the short lived vanity is lost. Like some fair flower the early spring supplies That gayly blooms but even in blooming dies What is this wit, which must our cares employ? The owner's wife that other men enjoy Then most our trouble still when most admired And still the more we give the more required Whose fame with pains we guard, but lose with ease, Sure some to vex, but never all to please, 'Tis what the vicious fear, the virtuous shun, By fools 'tis hated, and by knaves undone!  FATEFUL PENCIL HAS DESIGNED SOME BRIGHT IDEA OF THE MASTER'S MIND WHERE A NEW WORLD LEAPS OUT OF HIS COMMAND AND READY NATURE WAITS UPON HIS HAND WHEN THE RIPE COLLARS SOFTEN AND UNITE AND SWIFTLY MELT INTO JUST SHADE AND LIGHT WHEN MELLOWING YEARS THEIR FULL PERFECTION GIVE AND EACH BOLD FIGURE JUST BEGINS TO LEAVE THE TREACHEROUS COLORS THE FAIR ART BETRAY AND ALL THE BRIGHT CREATIONS FADE AWAY UNHAPPY WITH LIKE MOST MISTAKEN THINGS ATONES NOT FOR THAT ENVY WHICH IT BRINGS IN YOUTH ALONE ITS EMPTY PRAISE WE BOAST BUT SOON THE SHUT LIVED VANITY IS LOST LIKE SOME FAIR FLOW IN THE EARLY SPRING SUPPLIES THAT GAILY BLOOMS BUT EVEN IN BLOOMING EYES WHAT IS THIS WITH WHICH MUST OUR CARES EMPLOY THE OWNER'S WIFE THAT OTHER MEN ENJOY THEN MOST OUR TROUBLES STILL WHEN MOST ADMIRED AND STILL THE MORE WE GAVE THE MORE REQUIRED WHOSE FAME WITH PAINS WE GOT BUT LOSE WITH EASE SURE SOME TO VEX BUT NEVER ALL TO PLEASE TIS WHAT THE VICIOUS FEAR THE VIRTUE SHUN BY FOOLS TIS HATED AND BY KNAVES UNDONE
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