Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.

There Is An Inimitable Grace In Virgil's Words, And In Them Principally Consists That Beauty Which Gives So Inexpressible A Pleasure To Him Who Best Understands Their Force. This Diction Of His, I Must Once Again Say, Is Never To Be Copied; And Since It Cannot, He Will Appear But Lame In The Best Translation.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.