lirik lagu alexander pope: from "essay on criticism" - v. c. clinton-baddeley
’tis hard to say, if greater want of sk!ll
appear in writing or in judging ill;
but, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ offence
to tire our patience, than mislead our sense
some few in that, but numbers err in this
ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
a fool might once himself alone expose
now one in verse makes many more in prose
’tis with our judgments as our watches, none
go just alike, yet each believes his own
in poеts as true g~nius is but rare
truе taste as seldom is the critic’s share;
both must alike from heav’n derive their light
these born to judge, as well as those to write
let such teach others who themselves excel
and censure freely who have written well
authors are partial to their wit, ’tis true
but are not critics to their judgment too?
yet if we look more closely we shall find
most have the seeds of judgment in their mind;
nature affords at least a glimm’ring light;
the lines, tho’ touch’d but faintly, are drawn right
but as the slightest sketch, if justly trac’d
is by ill colouring but the more disgrac’d
so by false learning is good sense defac’d;
some are bewilder’d in the maze of schools
and some made coxcombs nature meant but fools
in search of wit these lose their common sense
and then turn critics in their own defence:
each burns alike, who can, or cannot write
or with a rival’s, or an eunuch’s spite
all fools have still an itching to deride
and fain would be upon the laughing side
if mævius scribble in apollo’s spite
there are, who judge still worse than he can write
some have at first for wits, then poets pass’d
turn’d critics next, and prov’d plain fools at last;
some neither can for wits nor critics pass
as heavy mules are neither horse nor ass
those half~learn’d witlings, num’rous in our isle
as half~form’d insects on the banks of nile;
unfinish’d things, one knows not what to call
their generation’s so equivocal:
to tell ’em, would a hundred tongues require
or one vain wit’s, that might a hundred tire
but you who seek to give and merit fame
and justly bear a critic’s n0ble name
be sure your self and your own reach to know
how far your g~nius, taste, and learning go;
launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet
and mark that point where sense and dulness meet
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