If faith itself has different dresses worn,
What wonder modes in wit should take their turn?
Quotes from An Essay on Criticism — Alexander Pope
1688–1744 England
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Pride, where Wit fails, steps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations
By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such
Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,
But the joint force and full result of all.
Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire,
And taught the world with reason to admire.
Whatever Nature has in worth denied,
She gives in large recruits of needful Pride.
Ah, ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast,
Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost.
Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
As some to Church repair,
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
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