A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

He Is The Very Janus Of Poets; He Wears Almost Everywhere Two Faces; And You Have Scarce Begun To Admire The One, Ere You Despise The Other.

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.

Imagination In A Poet Is A Faculty So Wild And Lawless That, Like A High Ranging Spaniel, It Must Have Clogs Tied To It, Lest It Outrun The Judgment. The Great Easiness Of Blank Verse Renders The Poet Too Luxuriant. He Is Tempted To Say Many Things Which Might Better Be Omitted, Or, At Least Shut Up In Fewer Words.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.