Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

Nature Listening Stood, Whilst Shakespeare Play'd And Wonder'd At The Work Herself Had Made.

The Stage I Chose--a Subject Fair And Free-- 'tis Yours--'tis Mine--'tis Public Property. All Common Exhibitions Open Lie, For Praise Or Censure, To The Common Eye. Hence Are A Thousand Hackney Writers Fed; Hence Monthly Critics Earn Their Daily Bread. This Is A General Tax Which All Must Pay, From Those Who Scribble, Down To Those Who Play.

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

Even In A Hero's Heart Discretion Is The Better Part.