You give a piece, give it at once in pieces;
Such a ragout each taste and temper pleases,
And spares, if only they were wise to know it,
Much fruitless toil to player and to poet.
In vain into an artful whole you glue it;
The public in the long run will undo it.
Poet.
What? feel you not the vileness of this trade?
How much the genuine artist ye degrade?
The bungling practice of our hasty school