"Words are like leaves and where they most abound / Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found." TRUE THEY LIE, AND NOT MUCH LONGER, THE WARMTH OF SUMMER GOES AND LEAVES WILL LINGER NOT, SO CUT THE GRASS AND THAT ON WHICH IT LIES...RARELY FOUND.
And he said:
"Sir, I admit your
general rule,
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet."
I
I ADD: "SO CUT THEM DOWN DEAR POET, BEFORE THE BARD WHO LEFT THEM KNOWS IT."
Ah!
Pope said it well,
"Words are like leaves and where they most abound / Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found." TRUE THEY LIE, AND NOT MUCH LONGER, THE WARMTH OF SUMMER GOES AND LEAVES WILL LINGER NOT, SO CUT THE GRASS AND THAT ON WHICH IT LIES...RARELY FOUND.
And he said:
"Sir, I admit your
general rule,
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet."
I
I ADD: "SO CUT THEM DOWN DEAR POET, BEFORE THE BARD WHO LEFT THEM KNOWS IT."
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