A PICKBRAIN.

What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that you

With agony and difficulty do

What I do easily — what then? You've got

A style I heartily wish I had not.

If I from lack of sense and you from choice

Grieve the judicious and the unwise rejoice,

No equal censure our deserts will suit —

We both are fools, but you're an ape to boot!