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By Different Methods Different Men Excel, But Where Is He Who Can Do All Things Well?

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

A Servile Race Who, In Mere Want Of Fault, All Merit Place; Who Blind Obedience Pay To Ancient Schools, Bigots To Greece, And Slaves To Musty Rules.

Who, With Tame Cowardice Familiar Grown, Would Hear My Thoughts, But Fear To Speak Their Own.

The Oak, When Living, Monarch Of The Wood; The English Oak, Which, Dead, Commands The Flood.