The multitude is always wrong..

Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe..

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse..

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense..

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age..

Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece..

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear bef….

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground..

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays..

The first great work (a task performed by few) Is that yourself may to yourself be true..

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed..

Choose an author as you would a friend..

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled..

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend..

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress..

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility..

Praise Him, each savage furious beast That on His stores do daily feast; And you tame slaves, of the laborious plough, Your weary knees to your Creat….

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought..

Truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress..

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul..

Words once spoken can never be recalled..