A THOUSAND envious wits in vain, Moliere, presume with false disdain To censure thy most brilliant page. Its solid sense, its simple ease, Will travel on from age to age, And all posterity shall please. How pleasantly you laugh or smile, How learnedly you feel the while. Did he who laid Numantia low, And Carthage bowed beneath the yoke, Whom we by name of Terence know, Than you more excellently joke? Your Muse right usefully, as well As pleasantly, the truth can tell. All men may profit at your school: All there, is true and good and fine; And, while you seem to play the fool, You teach as a profound divine. Then let the envious wretches scold; In vain by them 'tis widely told You with the vulgar find success, But are not fit for ears polite. If you would please a little less, So much you would not earn their spite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS PIRATE TREASURE by BERTON BRALEY HANDS: THE DOCTOR by KATE M. CHIDESTER |