Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

Criticism Is Now Become Mere Hangman's Work, And Meddles Only With The Faults Of Authors ; Nay, The Critic Is Disgusted Less With Their Absurdities Than Excellence ; And You Cannot Displease Him More Than In Leaving Him Little Room For His Malice.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.