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146 Of likelihood, most odd chimeras feign, Dolphins in woods, and boars upon the main. Thus they who would take aim, but want the skill, Miss always, and shoot wide, or narrow still. One of the meanest workmen in the town Can imitate the nails, or hair in stone, And to the life enough perhaps, who yet Wants mastery to make the work complete. Troth, sir, if 'twere my fancy to compose, Rather than be this bungling wretch, I’d choose To wear a crooked and unsightly nose, 'Mongst other handsome features of a face, Which only would set off my ugliness. Be sure all you that undertake to write, To choose a subject for your genius fit; Try long and often what your talents are; What is the burthen which your parts will bear, And where they'll fail; he that discerns with skill To cull his argument and matter well, Will never be to seek for eloquence To dress, or method to dispose his sense. They the chief art and grace in order show (If I may claim any pretence to know) Who time discreetly what's to be discoursed, What should be said at last, and what at first; Some passages at present may be heard, Others till afterward are best deferred; Verse, which disdains the laws of history, Speaks things not as they are, but ought to be; Whoever will in poetry excel, Must learn, and use his hidden secret well. 'Tis next to be observed, that care is due, And sparingness in framing words anew. You show your mastery, if you have the knack So to make use of what known word you take, To give 't a newer sense; if there be need For some uncommon matter to be said,