Government Itself At Length Must Fall To

Criticism Is Now Become Mere Hangman's Work, And Meddles Only With The Faults Of Authors ; Nay, The Critic Is Disgusted Less With Their Absurdities Than Excellence ; And You Cannot Displease Him More Than In Leaving Him Little Room For His Malice.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

Love Is Love's Reward.