To a Critic
Song hath a catalogue of lovely things Thy kind hath oft defiled, whose spite misleads The world too often! where the poet reads, As in a fable, of old envyings, Crows, such as thou, which hush the bird that sings, Or kill it with their cawings; thorns and weeds, Such as thyself, 'midst which the wind sows seeds Of flow'rs, these crush before one blossom swings. But here and there the wisdom of a School Unknown to these hath often written down "Fame" in white ink the future hath turned brown; When every beauty, heaped with ridicule, In their ignoble prose, proved their renown, Making each famous, as an ass or fool.
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"Song hath a catalogue of lovely things..."
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