Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.
There is a majesty in simplicity.
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
Truth needs not flowers of speech.
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.