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.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.