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While their weak heads, like towns unfortify'd,
We think our fathers fools; so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
Once school-divines this zealous isle o'erspread; 440
Who knew most sentences, was deepest read:
Amidst their kindred cobwebs in Duck Lane.
If faith itself has diff'rent dresses worn,
What wonder modes in wit should take their turn?
Entre senso e tolice vacilantes
Estas cabeças debeis se parecem
Co' as villas, que naõ saõ fortificadas
Que a frente e lado, a cada attaque mudao.
Perguntai-lhe o porque? melhor acôrdo
Comtanto mais ardor, quanto as sentenças
Parecia, que a fé, que os evangelios
Jazem mortos nas loges dos livreiros
Se a fé mesma trajou roupas da moda
Oft', leaving what is natural and fit,
The current folly proves the ready wit;
Some valuing those of their own side or mind,
When we but praise ourselves in other men.
In various shapes of parsons, critics, beaus;
But sense surviv'd when merry jests were past; 460
For rising merit will buoy up at last.
Might he return, and bless once more our eyes,
New Blackmores and new Milbourns must arise:
Zoilus again would start up from the dead.
Pondo departe quanto he proprio e justo,
Ha gentes partidistas, que só amaõ
Contra Driden desdem, malicia, orgulho
Aos nossos olhos inda se mostrasse,
Nasceriao Blakmores e Milbournes.
Envy will Merit, as its shade, pursue;
But, like a shadow, proves the substance true;
For envy'd wit, like Sol eclips'd, makes known
Th' opposing body's grossness, not its own.
When first that sun too pow'rful beams displays, 470
It draws up vapours which obscure its rays;
But ev'n those clouds at last adorn its way,
Be thou the first true merit to befriend;
And bare threescore is all ev'n that can boast: