Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
-- George Crabbe (1754-1832)
-- The Parish Register, Part i, Introduction
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
-- George Crabbe (1754-1832)
-- The Parish Register, Part i, Introduction
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