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Ah, ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the critic let the man be lost Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive, divine. AH NAY SO DIRE A THIRST OF GLORY BOAST NOT IN THE CRITICS LET A MAN BE LOST GOOD NATURE AND GOOD SENSE MUST EVER JOIN TO HEIRS HUMAN TO FORGIVE DIVINE
 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! 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. Now they who reach Parnassus' lofty crown, Employ their pains to spurn some others down; And, while self-love each jealous writer rules, Contending wits become the sport of fools: But still the worst with most regret commend, For each ill author is as bad a friend To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urged, through sacred lust of praise! 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 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 NONE THEY WHO REACH PINASUS LOVELY CROWNS EMPLOYS THEIR PAINS TO SPURN SOME OTHERS DOWN AND WHILE SELF LOVE EACH ZEALOUS WRITER ROSE CONTENDED WITH BECOMING THE SPOTS OF FOOLS BUT STILL THE WORST WITH MOST REGRET COMMANDS FOR EACH ILL AUTHOR IS AS BAD A FRIEND TO WHAT THIS ENDS AND BY WHAT ABJECT'S WAYS ARE AUTHORS URGED TO SACRED LOSS OF PRAISE
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