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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580195" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Princes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare, <br>For, read it backward like a witch's prayer, <br>'Twill do as well; throw not away your jests <br>On solid nonsense that abides all tests. <br>Wit, like tierce claret, when 't begins to pall, <br>Neglected lies and's of no use at all; <br>But in its full perfection of decay, <br>Turns vinegar and comes again in play. <br>This simile shall stand in thy defence <br>'Gainst such dull rogues as now and then write sense. <br>He lies, dear Ned, who says thy brain is barren, <br>Where deep conceits, like vermin, breed in carrion; <br>Thou hast a brain, such as thou hast, indeed -- <br>On what else should thy worm of fancy feed? <br>Yet in a filbert I have often known <br>Maggots survive when all the kernel's gone. <br>Thy style's the same whatever be the theme, <br>As some digestions turn all meat to phlegm: <br>Thy stumbling, founder'd jade can trot as high <br>As any other Pegasus can fly. <br>As skillful divers to the bottom fall <br>Sooner than those that cannot swim at all, <br>So in this way of writing without thinking <br>Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking: <br>Thou writest below e'en thy own natural parts <br>And with acquired dullness and new arts <br>Of studied nonsense tak'st kind readers' heart. <br>So the dull eel moves nimbler in the mud <br>Than all the swift-finn'd racers of the flood. <br>Therefore, dear Ned, at my advice forbear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such loud complaints 'gainst critics to prefer, <br>Since thou art turn'd an arrant libeller: <br>Thou sett'st thy name to what thyself dost write; <br>Did ever libel yet so sharply bite?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Sackville">Charles Sackville</a><div class=q>
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For, read it backward like a witch's prayer, 
'Twill do as well; throw not away your jests 
On solid nonsense that abides all tests. 
Wit, like tierce claret, when 't begins to pall, 
Neglected lies a..."></div>
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