He Who Would Search For Pearls Must

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.

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.

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

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.