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So much they scorn the crowd that if the throng By chance go right they purposely go wrong: So schismatics the plain believers quit, And are but damned for having too much wit. Some praise at morning what they blame at night, But always think the last opinion right. SO MUCH THE SCORN THE CROWDS THAT IF THE THRONG BY CHANCE GO RIGHT THEY PURPOSELY GO WRONG SO COCHASMATICS THE PLAIN BELIEVERS QUICK AND ARE BUT DAMNED FOR HAVING TOO MUCH WITH SOME PRAISE AT MORNING WHAT THEY BLEAM AT NIGHT BUT ALWAYS THINK THEIR LAST OPINION RIGHT
on ages past, Enlights the present, and shall warm the last, Though each may feel increases and decays, And see now clearer and now darker days. Regard not then if wit be old or new, But blame the false, and value still the true. Some ne'er advance a judgment of their own, But catch the spreading notion of the town, They reason and conclude by precedent, And own stale nonsense which they ne'er invent. Some judge of authors names not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writing, but the men. Of all this servile herd the worst is he That in proud dullness joins with quality A constant critic at the great man's board, To fetch and carry nonsense for my lord What woful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonnetteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought! The vulgar thus through imitation err; As oft the learned by being singular. RN CLIMES WHICH FROM THE FIRST HAS SHONE ON AGES PAST ENLIGHTS THE PRESENT AND SHALL WARM THE LAST THOUGH EACH MAY FEEL INCREASES AND DECAYS AND SING ON CLEARER NOW DARKY DAYS REGARD NOT THEN IF WITH THE OLD OR NEW BUT BLAME THE FALSE IN VALUE STILL THE TRUE SOME NE'ER ADVANCE A JUDGMENT OF THEIR OWN BUT CATCH SPREADING NOTION OF THE TOWN THEY REASON AND CONCLUDE BY PRECEDENT AND OWN STILL NONSENSE WHICH THEY NE'ER INVENT SOME JUDGE OF AUTHOR'S NAMES NOT WORKS AND THEN NOR PRAISE NOR BLAME THE WRITING BUT THE MAN OF ALL THIS SILVER EARTH THE WORST IS HE THAT IN PROUD DULNESS JOINS WITH QUALITY A CONSTANT CRITIC AT THE GREAT MAN'S BOARD TO FETCH AND CARRY NONSENSE FOR MY LORD WHAT WOLF WHOSE STUFF THIS MADRIGA WILL BE IN SOME STARVED HACKNEY SENATE BUT LET A LORD ONCE OWN THE HAPPY LINES HOW THE WIT BRIGHTENS HOW THE STYLES REFINES BEFORE HIS SACRED NAME FLIES EVERY FAULT AND EACH EXALTED STANZA TEEMS WITH THOUGHT THE VULGAR THUS THROUGH IMITATION ERR AS OFT THE LEARNT BY BEING SINGULAR
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