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

Words once spoken can never be recalled.

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.

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

Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.