Excerpt from A Charge to the Poets That thro' our realms intef'dne broils may ecafe, My firfi, and hit advice is, Keep the peace What is't to you, that half the town admire Falfe fenfe, falfe firength, falfe foftnefs, or falfe fire? Through heav'n's void concave let the meteors blaze, He hurts his own, who wounds another's bays. What is't to you that numbers place your name Firfl, fifth, or twentieth, in the lifts of fame? Old Time will fettle all your claims at once, Record the Genius, and forget the Dunce. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.