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 Such trivial objects call us off too long From the main drift, and tenor of the song. Drances appears a juster character, In council bold, but cautious in the war; Factious and loud the list'ning throng he draws, And swells with wealth, and popular applause; But what in our's would never find a place The bold Greek language may admit with grace.


 * should I here the stratagems recite,

And the low tricks of every little wit: Some out of time their stock of knowledge boast, 'Till in the pedant all the bard is lost. Such without care their useless lumber place; One black, confus'd, and undigested mass, With a wild heap encumbers every part, Nor rang'd with grace, nor methodiz'd with art; But then in chief, when things abstruse they teach, Themes too abstracted for the vulgar reach; The hidden nature of the deities; The secret laws, and motions of the skies; Or