A master were lauded and sciolists shent,
Parted the sheep from the goats!"
Well then, speak up, never flinch!
Quick, ere my candle's a snuff
—Burnt, do you see? to its uttermost inch—
I believe in you, but that's not enough:
Give my conviction a clinch!
First you deliver your phrase
—Nothing propound, that I see,
Fit in itself for much blame or much praise—