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

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

Choose an author as you would a friend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

The multitude is always wrong.