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Full, but not tedious, quickly writ, but strong;
Whose Force almost effects its great Design,
Oh! how I dread my unexperienc'd Line!
Thy Verse from Error sets a Nation free,
Shows how Things are, and how they ought to be:
There Daws are stript of every borrowed Plume,
A Pension ill befits a stupid H---e;
There Scottish Disputants are taught to bawl
No more about Macpherson's Cheat, Fingal;
Fingal's despised with all its empty Sounds,
With all its Ghosts, and Shrieks, and Mists, and Wounds:
Men of Sense see what Dupes they were before,
And ancient Novelty's admir'd no more.
Grave Pierce, who comments on the mighty Dead,
Finds they were Mercury, and he's but Lead.
Gloster, with Erudition over-sed,
Its Fumes ascending to his empty Head,
Who on free Wits, forsooth, would force his Law,
Like eastern Kings, with Arrogance, and Awe;
In Learning now has not one Word to say,
But conscious of his Dulness, stalks away.
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