Then should you ask me why I venture o’er
The path which Pope and Gifford trod before;
If not yet sicken’d, you can still proceed;
Go on; my rhyme will tell you as you read.
“But hold!” exclaims a friend—“here’s some neglect:
This, that, and t’other line seems incorrect.”
What then? the self-same blunder Pope has got,
And careless Dryden—“Ay, but Pye has not.”
Indeed! ’tis granted, faith! but what care I?
Better to err with Pope than shine with Pye.