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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.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

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

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.