He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.

Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.