Those then that tax his learning are to blame,
He knew the thing, but did not know the name;
Great Iohnson did that ignorance adore,
And though he envied much, admir'd him more.
The faultless Iohnson equally writ well;
Shakespear made faults—but then did more excel.
One close at guard like some old fencer lay,
T'other more open, but he shew'd more play.
In imitation Iohnson's wit was shown,
Heaven made his men, but Shakespear made his own.