Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

[t]he Famous Rules Which The French Call, Des Trois Unitez , Or, The Three Unities, Which Ought To Be Observ'd In Every Regular Play; Namely, Of Time, Place, And Action.