Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

He Was The Man Who Of All Modern, And Perhaps Ancient Poets, Had The Largest And Most Comprehensive Soul. . . . He Was Naturally Learn'd; He Needed Not The Spectacles Of Books To Read Nature; He Looked Inwards, And Found Her There. . . . He Is Many Times Flat, Insipid; His Comic Wit Degenerating In To Clenches, His Serious Swelling Into Bombast. But He Is Always Great, When Some Occasion Is Presented To Him.