...springs of sense, We ply the memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep...words till death. 160 Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind: A poet the first day, he dips his quill; And what...

...classical translation: We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death. Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind: A Poet the first...

...declare, v. 148, that, Words are man's province, words we teach alone ; Confine the thought, to exercife the breath, And keep them in the pale of words till death. Surely our author, when he patted this cenfure, was ill-informed of what was taught and expedled in...