A THOUSAND envious wits in vain, Moliere, presume with false disdain To censure thy most brilliant page. Its solid sense, its simple ease, Will travel on from age to age, And all posterity shall please. How pleasantly you laugh or smile, How learnedly you feel the while. Did he who laid Numantia low, And Carthage bowed beneath the yoke, Whom we by name of Terence know, Than you more excellently joke? Your Muse right usefully, as well As pleasantly, the truth can tell. All men may profit at your school: All there, is true and good and fine; And, while you seem to play the fool, You teach as a profound divine. Then let the envious wretches scold; In vain by them 'tis widely told You with the vulgar find success, But are not fit for ears polite. If you would please a little less, So much you would not earn their spite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SUNRISE OVER THE SIERRAS by HENRY MEADE BLAND HASTINGS' SONNETS: 2 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES WATER I'LL HAVE by DOROTHY BURGESS A FRIENDLY EXPOSTULATION, CONCERNING THE REDEMPTION OF MANKIND by JOHN BYROM THE CONVERT by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON WAGE-SLAVES TO WAR-MAKERS by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE SATURN PRINCESS AND THE LORD OF MARS by PAULINE COURTNEY |