A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.