What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

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.

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

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

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

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