The Chief-justice Was Rich, Quiet, And Infamous.

In Truth It May Be Laid Down As An Almost Universal Rule That Good Poets Are Bad Critics.

A History In Which Every Particular Incident May Be True May On The Whole Be False.

Was None Who Would Be Foremost To Lead Such Dire Attack; But Those Behind Cried "forward!" And Those Before Cried "back!

Thus, Then, Stands The Case. It Is Good, That Authors Should Be Remunerated; And The Least Exceptionable Way Of Remunerating Them Is By A Monopoly. Yet Monopoly Is An Evil. For The Sake Of The Good We Must Submit To The Evil; But The Evil Ought Not To Last A Day Longer Than Is Necessary For The Purpose Of Securing The Good.

He Had Done That Which Could Never Be Forgiven; He Was In The Grasp Of One Who Never Forgave.