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John Dryden (1631–1700).  All for Love.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
POETS, like disputants, when reasons fail,
Have one sure refuge left—and that’s to rail.
Fop, coxcomb, fool, are thundered through the pit;
And this is all their equipage of wit.
We wonder how the devil this difference grows        5
Betwixt our fools in verse, and yours in prose:
For, ’faith, the quarrel rightly understood,
’Tis civil war with their own flesh and blood.
The threadbare author hates the gaudy coat;
And swears at the gilt coach, but swears afoot:        10
For ’tis observed of every scribbling man,
He grows a fop as fast as e’er he can;
Prunes up, and asks his oracle, the glass,
If pink or purple best become his face.
For our poor wretch, he neither rails nor prays;        15
Nor likes your wit just as you like his plays;
He has not yet so much of Mr. Bayes.
He does his best; and if he cannot please,
Would quietly sue out his writ of ease.
Yet, if he might his own grand jury call,        20
By the fair sex he begs to stand or fall.
Let Cæsar’s power the men’s ambition move,
But grace you him who lost the world for love!
  Yet if some antiquated lady say,
The last age is not copied in his play;        25
Heaven help the man who for that face must drudge,
Which only has the wrinkles of a judge.
Let not the young and beauteous join with those:
For should you raise such numerous hosts of foes,
Young wits and sparks he to his aid must call;        30
’Tis more than one man’s work to please you all.


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