Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.