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To The Generous Reader.
By Robert Herrick
See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy
Some aberrations in my poetry,
Wink at small faults; the greater, ne'ertheless,
Hide, and with them their father's nakedness.
Let's do our best, our watch and ward to keep;
Homer himself, in a long work, may sleep.
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Homer himself. Indignor quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus. Horace, De Art. Poet.
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