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 Amphion too, men said, at his desire Moved massy stones, obedient to the lyre, And Thebes arose. 'Twas wisdom's province then To judge 'twixt states and subjects, gods and men, Check vagrant lust, give rules to wedded folk, Build cities up, and grave a code in oak. So came great honour and abundant praise, As to the gods, to poets and their lays. Then Homer and Tyrtæus, armed with song, Made manly spirits for the combat strong: Verse taught life's duties, showed the future clear, And won a monarch's favour through his ear: Verse gave relief from labour, and supplied Light mirth for holiday and festal tide. Then blush not for the lyre: Apollo sings In unison with her who sweeps its strings.
 * But here occurs a question some men start,

If good verse comes from nature or from art. For me, I cannot see how native wit Can e'er dispense with art, or art with it. Set them to pull together, they're agreed, And each supplies what each is found to need.
 * The youth who suns for prizes wisely trains,

Bears cold and heat, is patient and abstains: The flute-player at a festival, before He plays in public, has to learn his lore. Not so our bardlings: they come bouncing in— "I'm your true poet: let them laugh that win: Plague take the last! although I ne'er was taught, Is that a cause for owning I know nought?"