Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.