It Is But A Poor Eloquence Which

Taste Depends Upon Those Finer Emotions Which Make The Organization Of The Soul.

A Mere Copier Of Nature Can Never Produce Anything Great.

Simplicity Is An Exact Mediumbetween Too Little And Too Much.

The Spectator, As He Walks The Gallery, Will Stop, Or Pass Along. To Give A General Air Of Grandeur At First View, All Trifling, Or Artful Play Of Little Lights, Or An Attention To A Variety Of Tints Is To Be Avoided; A Quietness And Simplicity Must Reign Over The Whole Work, To Which A Breadth Of Uniform And Simple Color Will Very Much Contribute.

Poetry Operates By Raising Our Curiosity, Engaging The Mind By Degrees To Take An Interest In The Event, Keeping That Event Suspended, And Surprising At Last With An Unexpected Catastrophe.