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Still her old Empire to restore she tries, For, born a Goddess, Dulness never dies.
O Thou! whatever title please thine ear, 20 Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver !
Whether thou chuse Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rablais' ...
In clouded Majesty here Dulness shone; Four guardian Virtues, round, support
her throne: Fierce champion Fortitude, that knows no fears Of hisses, blows, or
want, or loss of ears: R E M A R K s. new-born nonsense first is taught to cry; Of
None need a guide, – None want a place,) The sons of Dulness want no
instructors in study, nor guides in life: they are their own masters in all Sciences,
and their own Heralds and Introducers into all places. VER. 76 to IoI.] It ought to
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - lizpatanders - LibraryThing
On the whole, I did enjoy reading this poem, although I found it very difficult to read. I've heard before that it's very hard to comprehend the first time around, and I would have to agree. Although ... Read full review