A Happy Genius Is The

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.

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.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.