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Rh The written picture we applaud or blame But as the due proportions are the ſame.
 * Who driven with ungovernable fire,

Or, void of art, beyond theſe bounds aſpire, Gigantic forms and monſtrous births alone Produce, which Nature, ſhock’d, diſdains to own. By true reflection I would ſee my face; Why brings the fool a magnifying-glaſs? “But Poetry in fiction takes delight, And, mounting in bold figures out of ſight, Leaves truth behind in her audacious flight: Fables and metaphors that always lie, And raſh hyperboles that ſoar ſo high, And every ornament of verſe must die.” Mistake me not; no figures I exclude, And but forbid intemperance, not food. Who would with care ſome happy fiction frame, So mimics truth, it looks the very ſame; Not rais’d to force, or feign’d in Nature’s ſcorn, But meant to grace, illuſtrate, and adorn. Important truths ſtill let your fables hold, And moral myſteries with art unfold.