We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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.
Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.