Part 56 (1/2)

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Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.

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Who builds a church to G.o.d, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.

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'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

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And s.n.a.t.c.h a grace beyond the reach of art.

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A little learning is a dangerous thing.

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

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