Love Taught Him Shame, And

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

Criticism, As It Was First Instituted By Aristotle, Was Meant As A Standard Of Judging Well; The Chiefest Part Of Which Is To Observe Those Excellencies Which Delight A Reasonable Reader.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.