‘Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill
Appear in Writing or in Judging ill,
But, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ Offence,
To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense:
Some few in that, but Numbers err in this,
Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss;
A Fool might once himself alone expose,
Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.
An excerpt from Alexander Pope’s “An essay on criticism.” Now, while I am enamored by a poem that criticizes critics, Pope seriously goes overboard with the length of this thing. I think I made it through seven stanzas and quit. Pope, this is the definition of tl;dr. Of course, he can’t defend himself…. ‘cuz he’s dead!