Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.

A rogue is a roundabout fool.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

There are errors which no wise man will treat with rudeness while there is a probability that they may be the refraction of some great truth still below the horizon.

That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

Rage is essentially vulgar.