Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

Not to ask is not be denied.

Merit challenges envy.

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

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

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.