With How Much Ease Believe We What

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow.

The Wretched Have No Friends.

Criticism Is Now Become Mere Hangman's Work, And Meddles Only With The Faults Of Authors ; Nay, The Critic Is Disgusted Less With Their Absurdities Than Excellence ; And You Cannot Displease Him More Than In Leaving Him Little Room For His Malice.

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.