Of little use, the man you may suppose,
Who says in verse what others say in prose;
Yet let me show a poet's of some weight,
And (though no soldier) useful to the state,
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
What better teach a foreigner the tongue?
What's long or short, each accent where to place
And speak in public with some sort of grace?
Of little use, the man you ...
Quotes from the same author
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Never find fault with the absent.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
By music minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. . . . . Warriors she fires with animated sounds. Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.