To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.