Go pine; "the master certes meant to waste

No effort, cautiously had probed the taste

He 'd please anon: true bard, in short, disturb

His title if they could; nor spur nor curb,

Fancy nor reason, wanting in him; whence

The staple of his verses, common sense:

He built on man's broad nature—gift of gifts,

That power to build! The world contented shifts

With counterfeits enough, a dreary sort

Of warriors, statesmen, ere it can extort