Where Angels Fear To Tread Lyrics

Such shameless bards we have, and yet it's true

There are as mad abandoned critics too

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read

With loads of learned lumber in his head

With his own tongue still edifies his ears

And always listening to himself appears

Name a new play, and he's the poet's friend

Nay showed his faults, but when would poets mend

No place so sacred from such fops is barred

Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's churchyard

Nay fly to altars, there they'll talk you dead

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Distrustful sense with modest caution speaks

It still looks home and short excursions makes

But rattling nonsense in full volleys breaks

And never shocked and never turned aside

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Distrustful sense with modest caution speaks

It still looks home and short excursions makes

But rattling nonsense in full volleys breaks

And never shocked and never turned aside

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Distrustful sense with modest caution speaks

It still looks home and short excursions makes

With loads of lumber with such caution speaks

It still looks home and short excursions makes

But rattling nonsense in full volleys breaks

And never shocked and never turned aside

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

Bursts out resistless with a thundering tide

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read

With loads of learned a lumber in his head

With his own tongue still edifies his ears

And always listening to himself appears