Chapter 119 of 123 · 63 words · ~1 min read

LIX.

Of late, with cumbersome, tho' pompous show, Edwin would oft his flowery rhyme deface, Through ardour to adorn: but Nature now To his experienc'd eye a modest grace Presents, where ornament the second place Holds, to intrinsic worth and just design Subservient still. Simplicity apace Tempers his rage; he owns her charm divine, And clears th' ambiguous phrase, and lops th' unwieldy line.