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For if that learning's rooms to learned menWere as their heritage distributed,All this disordered thrust would cease. For whenThe fit were called, the unworthy frustrated,These would he shamed to seek, those to he unsoughtAnd, staying their turn, were sure they should be sped.Then would our drooping academies, broughtAgain in heart, regain that reverend handOf lost opinion, and no more be thoughtTh' unnecessary furnish of the land;Nor (discouraged with their small esteem)Confused, irresolute and wavering stand.Caring not to become profound, but seemContented with a superficial skill,Which for a slight reward enough they deem,When th' one succeeds as well as th' other will;:Seeing shorter ways lead sooner to their end,And others' longer travels thrive so ill.Then would they only labour to extendTheir now unsearching spirit beyond these boundsOf others' powers, wherein they must be penn'd,As if there were besides no other grounds:And set their bold plus ultra far withoutThe pillars of those axioms age propounds.
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