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Why came I so untimely forth
Into a world which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth
Or shadow of...
The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest,
Savours too much of private interest.
Poets that lasting marble seek
Must carve in Latin or in Greek.
Source: Of...
Though with judgment we on things reflect,
Our will determines, not our intellect.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known what they discreetly...