Among Our Crimes Oblivion May Be Set.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

Virgil Is So Exact In Every Word, That None Can Be Changed But For A Worse; Nor Any One Removed From Its Place, But The Harmony Will Be Altered. He Pretends Sometimes To Trip; But It Is Only To Make You Think Him In Danger Of A Fall, When He Is Most Secure.