AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.

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'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

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And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

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A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.*

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed,

What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

"High characters," cries one, and he would see,
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
Epilogue to "Goblins." SUCKLING.
There is no such thing in Nature, and you'll draw
A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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To err is human: to forgive, divine.

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All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

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Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown proposed as things forgot.

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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

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For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Ode on Solitude.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

And bear about the mockery of woe

To midnight dances, and the public show.

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.

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If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

The Rape of the Lock-Continued.

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Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

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At every word a reputation dies.

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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.

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Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.

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Shut, shut the door, good John.

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E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

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Who pens a stanza when he should engross.

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As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,

I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.

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The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Satires of Horace - Continued.

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And he whose fustain 's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

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Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.

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Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

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Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

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Satire 's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.

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There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.*

* See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.