Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And — Alexander Pope

Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian’s so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to Imitations of Horace, l. 186

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