'T IS hard to say if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But of the two less dang'rous is th' offence
To tire our patience than mislead our sense:
|Some few in that, but numbers err in this,||5|
A fool might once himself alone expose,
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
'T is with our judgments as our watches, none
|Go just alike, yet each believes his own.||10|
True Taste as seldom is the Critic's share;
Both must alike from Heav'n derive their light,
These born to judge, as well as those to write.
|Let such teach others who themselves excel,||15|
Authors are partial to their wit, 't is true,
But are not Critics to their judgment too?
Yet, if we look more closely, we shall find
|Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:||20|
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right: