“Accept a miracle instead of wit,—
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.”

— Edward Young

Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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English poet 1683–1765

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