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392 The clear brook babbling through the goodly plain:

The groves of Granta, and her Gothic halls,

King's Coll—Cam's stream—stained windows, and old walls:

Or, in adventurous numbers, neatly aims

To paint a rainbow, or—the river Thames.

You sketch a tree, and so perhaps may shine —

But daub a shipwreck like an alehouse sign;

You plan a vase—it dwindles to a pot;

Then glide down Grub-street—fasting and forgot;

Laughed into Lethe by some quaint Review,

Whose wit is never troublesome till—true.

In fine, to whatsoever you aspire,

Let it at least be simple and entire.