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Nor would I scruple, with a due regard,
To read sometimes a rude unpolished bard,
Among whose labours I may find a line
Which from unsightly rust I may refine,
And, with a better grace, adopt it into mine.

— Christopher Pitt Vida's Art of Poetry (1725)

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To all, proportioned terms he must dispense,
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

Vida's Art of Poetry (1725)

A mighty tree, that bears a golden bough.

The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

The shrill echoes ring amidst the skies.

The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

Be sure from nature never to depart;
To copy nature is the task of art.
The noblest poets own her sovereign sway,
And ever follow where she leads the way.

Vida's Art of Poetry (1725)

I proved unfaithful to my former spouse,
And now I reap the fruits of broken vows!

The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

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