George Crabbe,
George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1…
“ This Poet's Corner is the place they choose,A fatal nursery for an infant Muse;Unlike that corner where true poets lie,These cannot live, and they shall never die;Hapless the lad whose mind such dreams invade,440And win to verse the talents due to trade. Curb, then, O youth! these raptures as they rise;Keep down the evil spirit and be wise;Follow your calling, think the Muses foes,Nor lean upon the pestle and compose. ”
