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"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,

  "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.

Through all the flimsy things we see at once

  As easily as through a Naples bonnet —

  Trash of all trash! how can a lady don it?

Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff,

Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff

  Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."

And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

The general tuckermanities are arrant

Bubbles, ephemeral and so transparent;

  But this is, now, you may depend upon it,

Stable, opaque, immortal – all by dint

Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.