Posted on September 9th, by JasonEricBell in Blog. No Comments

Blest age! when all men may procure,
The title of a Connoisseur;
When noble and ignoble herd,
Are govern’d by a single word;
Though, like the royal German dames,
It bears an hundred Christian names;
As Genius, Fancy, Judgment, Goût,
Whim, Caprice, Je-ne-scai-quoi, Virtu:
Which appellations all describe
TASTE, and the modern tasteful tribe.

Robert Lloyd, The Cit’s Country Box, 85-94.

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