Quote#Books & Reading
Nor would I scruple, with a due regard
Quote byChristopher Pitt · 1699–1748
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Vida's Art of Poetry (1725), Book III, p. 93.
English (original)
Nor would I scruple, with a due regard, To read sometimes a rude unpolished bard, Among whose labours I may find a line Which from unsightly rust I may refine, And, with a better grace, adopt it into mine.
— Christopher Pitt
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