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Here is an excerpt from a poem i really liked it called An Essay On Criticism by Alexander Pope:

But as when an authentic watch is shown,

Each man winds up and rectifies his own...

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One science only will one genius fit:

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,

And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

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prudent Chief not always must display

His Pow'rs in equal Ranks, and fair Array,

But with th' Occasion and the Place comply,

Conceal his Force, nay seem sometimes to Fly.

Those oft are Stratagems which Errors seem,

Nor is it Homer Nods, but We that Dream.

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Part II

Of all the causes which conspire to blind

Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;

What the weak head with strongest bias rules, —Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

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Trust not your self; but your Defects to know,

use of ev'ry Friend — and ev'ry Foe.

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A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing;

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:

There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,

And drinking largely sobers us again.

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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,

Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed,

What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,

Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

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Such labored nothings, in so strange a style,

Amaze th' unlearned, and make the learned smile.

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In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,

Alike fantastic if too new or old:

Be not the first by whom the new are tried,

Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

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As some to church repair,Not for the doctrine,

but the music there.

These equal syllables alone require,

Though oft the ear the open vowels tire;

While expletives their feeble aid do join,

And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

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Then, at the last and only couplet fraught

With some unmeaning thing they call a thought,

A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length
along.

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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,

As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense;

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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Yet not let each gay turn thy rapture move;

For fools admire, but men of sense approve.

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Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then

Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

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What woeful stuff this madrigal would be,

In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me!

But let a lord once own the happy lines,

How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

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Some praise at morning what they blame at night,

But always think the last opinion right.

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Fondly we think we honour

Merit then,When we but praise Our selves in Other Men.

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Envy will merit as its shade pursue,

But like a shadow proves the substance true.

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Be thou the first true Merit to befriend;

His praise is lost, who stays till All commend.

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All seems Infected that th' Infected spy,

As all looks yellow to the Jaundic'd Eye.

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Part III

Learn then what morals critics ought to show,

For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know.

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Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

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Tis not enough your Counsel still be true,

Blunt Truths more Mischief than nice Falsehoods do;

Men must be taught as if you taught them not;

And Things unknown propos'd as

Things forgot.

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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,

With loads of learned lumber in his head,

With his own tongue still edifies his ears,

And always list'ning to himself appears.

All books he reads, and all he reads assails.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

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But where's the man who counsel can bestow,

Still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know?

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Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view,

The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame,

Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame,

Averse alike to flatter or offend,

Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

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