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We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so. WE THINK OUR FATHERS FOOLS SO WISE WE GROW OUR WISER SONS NO DOUBT WILL THINK US SO
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. 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. A muse by these is like a mistress used, This hour she's idolized, the next abused; While their weak heads, like towns unfortified, 'Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side. Ask them the cause, they're wiser still they say; And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day.  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 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 AMUSED BY THIS IS LIKE A MISTRESS USED THIS HOURS IS IDOLIZED THE NEXT ABUSED WHILE THEIR WEAK HEADS LIKE TOWNS UNFORTIFIED TWIXT SENSE AND NONSENSE DAILY CHANGE YOUR MIND AS THEM THE CAUSE THEY ARE WISER STILL THEY SAY AND STILL TO MORROW WISER THAN TO DAY
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