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Ah! Matt, old age has brought to me Thy wisdom, less thy certainty; The world's a jest, and joy's a trinket; I knew that once,—but now I think it. James Kenneth Stephen. |
TO A BLOCKHEAD
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You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. Alexander Pope. |
THE FOOL AND THE POET
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Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet. Alexander Pope. |
A RHYMESTER
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Jem writes his verses with more speed Than the printer's boy can set 'em; Quite as fast as we can read, And only not so fast as we forget 'em. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. |