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Whose incoherent Stile (like sick mens Dreams)
Varies all Shapes, and mixes all Extreams,
Painters and Poets have been still allow'd,
Their Pencils, and their Fancies unconfin'd,
This priviledge we freely give and take;
But Nature, and the Common-Laws of Sence,
Forbid to reconcile Antipathys,
Or make a Snake ingender with a Dove,
And hungry Tygers court the tender Lambs;
Some that at first have promis'd mighty things,
Applaud themselves, when a few florid Lines
Shine through th' insipid dulness of the rest;
Here they describe a Temple, or a Wood,
Or Streams that through delightful Medows run,
And there the Rainbow, or the rapid Rhyne,
But they misplace them all, and crowd them in,
And are as much to seek in other things,
Varies all Shapes, and mixes all Extreams,
Painters and Poets have been still allow'd,
Their Pencils, and their Fancies unconfin'd,
This priviledge we freely give and take;
But Nature, and the Common-Laws of Sence,
Forbid to reconcile Antipathys,
Or make a Snake ingender with a Dove,
And hungry Tygers court the tender Lambs;
Some that at first have promis'd mighty things,
Applaud themselves, when a few florid Lines
Shine through th' insipid dulness of the rest;
Here they describe a Temple, or a Wood,
Or Streams that through delightful Medows run,
And there the Rainbow, or the rapid Rhyne,
But they misplace them all, and crowd them in,
And are as much to seek in other things,
