Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

There is a proud modesty in merit.

Pity melts the mind to love.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.

Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.