If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.
Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.