Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.