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 Yet let not each gay Turn thy Rapture move, For Fools Admire, but Men of Sense Approve; As things seem large which we thro' Mists descry, Dulness is ever apt to Magnify. Some French Writers, some our own despise; The Ancients only, or the Moderns prize: Thus Wit, like Faith by each Man is apply'd To one small Sect, and All are damn'd beside. Meanly they seek the Blessing to confine, And force that Sun but on a Part to Shine; Which not alone the Southern Wit sublimes, But ripens Spirits in cold Northern Climes; Which from the first has shone on Ages past, Enlights the present, and shall warm the last: (Tho' each may feel Increases and Decays, And see now clearer and now darker Days) Regard not then if Wit be Old or New, But blame the False, and value still the True. Some ne'er advance a Judgment of their own, But catch the spreading Notion of the Town; They