The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.