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.

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.