Low ambition and the thirst of praise.[414:1]

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Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

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Nature, exerting an unwearied power,

Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;

Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads

The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.

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Lights of the world, and stars of human race.