To speak my Thoughts, I hardly know
What witless Art, or artless Wit can do.
The same Observation in another kind is elegantly described by Mr. Waller.
Great Julius on the Mountains bred,
A Flock perhaps, or Herd had led. ,
He that the World subdued had been
But the best Wrestler on the Green.
'Tis Art and Knowledge that draw forth
The hidden Seeds of Native Worth.
They blow those Sparks, and make 'em rise