And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.