Durgen Or, A Plain Satyr upon a Pompous Satyrist. Amicably Inscrib'd, by the Author, to those Worthy and Ingenious Gentlemen misrepresented in a late invective Poem, call'd, The Dunciad [by Edward Ward] |
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Take this advice, ye bright angelick Race,
Whose sweet Perfections bless our Nights and Days,
Withhold your Bounty, barter not your Gold,
For Grecian Tales so oft in English told,
Cook'd, in all Ages, to their change of tast,
The last translation proving ever best:
For ancient Stories in a modern Style,
Ne'er fail of some admirers, for a while,
Who b'ing but slender Judges of the Sense,
Think Novelty alone an excellence.
So Salmon's Waxwork, common to our view,
Gains always fresh applause when dress'd anew,
And thus we're often cheated and surpris'd
With the same Substance artfully disguis'd.
Whose sweet Perfections bless our Nights and Days,
Withhold your Bounty, barter not your Gold,
For Grecian Tales so oft in English told,
Cook'd, in all Ages, to their change of tast,
The last translation proving ever best:
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Ne'er fail of some admirers, for a while,
Who b'ing but slender Judges of the Sense,
Think Novelty alone an excellence.
So Salmon's Waxwork, common to our view,
Gains always fresh applause when dress'd anew,
And thus we're often cheated and surpris'd
With the same Substance artfully disguis'd.
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