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The Poetaster: an Epigram.
A pedant Peter Rithmus was,
Who vow'd he knew prosodial laws;
A bold pretender unto all
The strains which from the Muses fall:
But yet, alas! his visage shows
Want visits oft'ner than the Muse.
He sits up late, burns many a candle,
In hopes his subject well he'll handle:
His stock of lore in every lay is cramm'd,
And, after all his pains, his works are damned.
Though Rithmus thinks all else he doth surpass,
The critics term him still a stupid ass.
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