Who hath seduced thee to this foul revolt
From the pure well of Beauty undefiled?
So banished from true wisdom to prefer
Such squalid wit to honourable rhyme?
To write? To scribble? Nonsense and no more?
I will not write upon this argument
To write is human — not to write divine.
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