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

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

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

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

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

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

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