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Though all accomplishment, all knowledge meet,
Both sides deceived, if rightly understood,
Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri,
VIRG. Ecl. 5.
CONVERSATION. Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense To every man his modicum of sense, And Conversation in its better part May be esteemed a gift and not an art, Yet much depends, as in the tiller's toil, On culture, and the sowing of the soil. Words learned by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse; Not more distinct from harmony divine, The constant creaking of a country sign.