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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Substance Versus Shadow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, gentle critics, you would have me tilt,<br>Not at the guilty, only just at Guilt!<br>Spare the offender and condemn Offense,<br>And make life miserable to Pretense!<br>'Whip Vice and Folly-that is satire's use<br>But be not personal, for _that's_ abuse;<br>Nor e'er forget what, 'like a razor keen,<br>Wounds with a touch that's neither felt nor seen.''<br>Well, friends, I venture, destitute of awe,<br>To think that razor but an old, old saw,<br>A trifle rusty; and a wound, I'm sure,<br>That's felt not, seen not, one can well endure.<br>Go to! go to!-you're as unfitted quite<br>To give advice to writers as to write.<br>I find in Folly and in Vice a lack<br>Of head to hit, and for the lash no back;<br>Whilst Pixley has a pow that's easy struck,<br>And though good Deacon Fitch (a Fitch for luck!)<br>Has none, yet, lest he go entirely free,<br>God gave to him a corn, a heel to me.<br>He, also, sets his face (so like a flint<br>The wonder grows that Pickering doesn't skin't)<br>With cold austerity, against these wars<br>On scamps-'tis Scampery that _he_ abhors!<br>Behold advance in dignity and state<br>Grave, smug, serene, indubitably great<br>Stanford, philanthropist! One hand bestows<br>In alms what t'other one as justice owes.<br>Rascality attends him like a shade,<br>But closes, woundless, o'er my baffled blade,<br>Its limbs unsevered, spirit undismayed.<br>Faith! I'm for something can be made to feel,<br>If, like Pelides, only in the heel.<br>The fellow's self invites assault; his crimes<br>Will each bear killing twenty thousand times!<br>Anon Creed Haymond-but the list is long<br>Of names to point the moral of my song.<br>Rogues, fools, impostors, sycophants, they rise,<br>They foul the earth and horrify the skies<br>With Mr. Huntington (sole honest man<br>In all the reek of that rapscallion clan)<br>Denouncing Theft as hard as e'er he can!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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Not at the guilty, only just at Guilt!
Spare the offender and condemn Offense,
And make life miserable to Pretense!
'Whip Vice and Folly-that is satire's use
But be not personal, for _that's_ abuse;
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