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still discover new Beauties, and find new Pleasure. I am not, my Lord, a Man of so much Severity in my Temper, as to allow Your Lordship to be pleased with nothing but what is in the last Perfection: For then, possibly, so many are the Infirmities of Writing, beyond other Arts, You never could be pleased. There is a wide Difference in being Nice to judge of every Degree of Perfection, and Rigid in refusing whatever is deficient in any Point. This would only be a Squeamishness of Stomach, not any Commendation of a good Palate; a true Taste judges of Defects as well as Perfections, and
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