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April 1, 2014
Some praise at morning what they blame at night;
But always think the last opinion right.
A Muse by these is like a mistress us'd,
This hour she's idoliz'd, the next abus'd;
While their weak heads, like towns unfortified,
Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side.
Ask them the cause; they're wiser still, they say;
And still tomorrow's wiser than today.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
- - An Essay on Criticism: Alexander Pope
Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 1, 2014 11:34 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.