So that, the Frailty of our Nature will,
Excuse as Accident, nor construe ill.
But if the Impertinent, their Faults are told,
And still persist; and still, their Follies hold:
Let them abandon'd, senseless, stupid be,
And, past reclaiming, still be DULL for me.
In some great Structures, Lowness is exprest;
And Sleep even sometimes, Homer lull'd to Rest;
Building, like Painting, proper Point of Sight,
Requires to view it, in its clearest Light;