English poem
To Mr. Hart, upon his Academy for Grown Gentlemen
by David Garrick (1717–1779)
Marseilles no more shall boast his art, Which form'd the youth of France; While you instruct (ingenious Hart) Grown Gentlemen to dance.
He only bent the pliant twig; You strike a bolder stroke: You soften rocks, make mountains jig, And bend the knotted oak.
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