Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.

Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.

Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.