Choose an author as you would a friend.
The first great work (a task performed by few)
Is that yourself may to yourself be true.
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.
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.
Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
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.
Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.
Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel.
Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.
Whatsoever contradicts my sense,
I hate to see, and never can believe.
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.
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.
Truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.
Words once spoken can never be recalled.
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.
The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.
Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.
We weep and laugh, as we see others do.
Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment.
Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.
Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece.
The multitude is always wrong.
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