He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.

From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.