My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

Flattery of the verbal kind is gross. In short, applause is of too coarse a nature to be swallowed in the gross, though the extract or tincture be ever so agreeable.

A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.

There is a certain flimsiness of poetry which seems expedient in a song.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

Taste is pursued at a less expense than fashion.

A man has generally the good or ill qualities which he attributes to mankind.