They First Condemn That First

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.

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

Imagination In A Poet Is A Faculty So Wild And Lawless That, Like A High Ranging Spaniel, It Must Have Clogs Tied To It, Lest It Outrun The Judgment. The Great Easiness Of Blank Verse Renders The Poet Too Luxuriant. He Is Tempted To Say Many Things Which Might Better Be Omitted, Or, At Least Shut Up In Fewer Words.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.