Repartee Is The Soul Of

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word And A Blow.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!