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

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

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

Words once spoken can never be recalled.

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

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

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.