He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.

Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.

Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.

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