A Pickbrain

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A Pickbrain

What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that you

With agony and difficulty do

What I do easily⁠—what then? You’ve got

A style I heartily wish I had not.

If I from lack of sense and you from choice

Grieve the judicious and the unwise rejoice,

No equal censure our deserts will suit⁠—

We both are fools, but you’re an ape to boot!