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 Who joins true profit with the best delight), The more heroic strain let others take,
 * Mine the Pindaric way I'll make,

The matter shall be grave, the numbers loose and free. It shall not keep one settled pace of time, In the same tune it shall not always chime, Nor shall each day just to his neighbour rhyme. A thousand liberties it shall dispense, And yet shall manage all without offence Or to the sweetness of the sound, or greatness of the sense; Nor shall it never from one subject start,
 * Nor seek transitions to depart,

Nor its set way o'er stiles and bridges make,
 * Nor thorough lanes a compass take

As if it feared some trespass to commit,
 * When the wide air 's a road for it.

So time imperial eagle does not stay
 * Till the whole carcase he devour
 * That's fallen into its power;

As if his generous hunger understood