Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece.

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

Words once spoken can never be recalled.

Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.