Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.