For Wit And Judgment Often Are At

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw.

From The Moment One Sets Up For An Author, One Must Be Treated As Ceremoniously, That Is As Unfaithfully, "as A King's Favorite Or A King.

Pretty Conceptions, Fine Metaphors, Glittering Expressions, And Something Of A Neat Cast Of Verse Are Properly The Dress, Gems, Or Loose Ornaments Of Poetry.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

Let Such Teach Others Who Themselves Excel, And Censure Freely Who Have Written Well.