Choose an author as you would a friend.
Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.
We weep and laugh, as we see others do.
The multitude is always wrong.
Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.
Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.
Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.
What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.
You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.
Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.
Words once spoken can never be recalled.
I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.
... truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
Praise Him, each savage furious beast
That on His stores do daily feast;
And you tame slaves, of the laborious plough,
Your weary knees to your Creator bow.
Those things which now seem frivolous and slight,
Will be of serious consequence to you,
When they have made you once ridiculous.
Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.
The first great work (a task performed by few)
Is that yourself may to yourself be true.
You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.
Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.
Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.
The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.
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