Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read. |
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense |
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone;/ Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own. |
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid. |
With various readings stored his empty skull, / Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull. |