Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.