Some have at first for  then  past,
Turn'd  next, and prov'd plain  at last.
Some neither can for  nor  pass,
As heavy Mules are neither  nor
Those half-learn'd Witlings, num'rous in our Isle,
As half-form'd Infects on the Banks of ;
Unfinish'd Things, one knows not what to call,
Their Generation's so :
To tell 'em, wou'd a hundred Tongues require,
Or one vain Wit's, that might a hundred tire.