Love Is A Passion Which

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

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.

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.