And villains triumph when the worthless fall.
Not thus her sister Comedy prevails,
Who shoots at folly, for her arrow fails:
Folly, by dulness arm'd, eludes the wound,
And harmless sees the feather'd shafts rebound;
Unhurt she stands, applauds the archer's skill,
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Laughs at her malice, and is folly still.
Yet well the Muse portrays in fancied scenes
What pride will stoop to, what profession means;