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The fool to native ignorance confin'd, 

 No beauty beaming on his clouded mind ; 

 Untaught to relim, yet too proud to learn, 

 He fcorns the grace his dulnefs can't difcern. 60 

 Hence Reafon to Caprice refigns the ftage, 

 And hence that maxim of the antient Sage, 

 " Of all vain fools with coxcomb talents curft, 

 cc Bad Painters and bad Poets are the worft." 

 When firft the orient rays of beauty move 

 Theconfcious foul, they light the lamp of love, 65 

 Love wakes t hofe war mdefires that prompt our chace, 

 To follow and to fix each flying grace : 

 But earth-born graces fparingly impart 

 The fymmetry fupreme of perfect art ; 



Ut curare nequit, quae non modo noverit efie ; 

 Illud apud veteres fuit unde notabile didlum, 

 " Nil Pidlore malo fecurius atque Poet^." 



Cognita amas, & amata cupis, fequerifq; cupita; 45 



PafTibus aflequeris tandem quac fervidus urges : 

 Ilia tamen quae pulchra decent; non omnia cafus 

 Quahacumque dabunt, etiamve fimillima veris : 



