I Glory, More In The

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.