Thus Dulness, the safe Opiate of the Mind, The last kind Refuge weary Wit can find, Fit for all Stations, and in each content Is satisfy'd, secure, and innocent: No Pains it takes, and no Offence it gives, Un-fear'd, un-hated, un-disturb'd it lives. -- And if each writing Author's best pretence, Be but to teach the Ignorant more Sense; Then Dulness was the Cause they wrote before, As 'tis at last the Cause they write no more; So Wit, which most to scorn it does pretend, With Dulness first began, in Dulness last must end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |