BUT, spight of all defects, his glories rise;
And Art, by Judgment form'd, with Nature vies.
Behold him sound the depth of HUBERT'S soul,
Whilst in his own contending passions roll.
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then — deny him Merit if you can.
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone;
Where he succeds, the Merit's all his own.