| Literary Quarrels. |
| Hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife, Charge, counter-charge, war to the paper-knife. |
| Limpness. |
| Your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills, Are patients ready to gulp Satan's pills. |
| Love. |
| Let not Love sleep cocoon-like, self-infurled, Spin the fair silk, O man, and clothe the world. |
| Love the Tyrant. |
| Sweet playfellow is Love, but let him rule, A tyrant he becomes, and you his fool. |
| Love and Truth. |
| Love without Truth is but a bubble fair; Burst through the glitter, and your joy is air. |
| Man's View of Providence. |
| What suits their turn is providential all; That which does not by other names they call. |
| Obscure Speculation. |
| If "fools rush in where angels fear to tread," When wise men follow what is to be said? |
| Originality. |
| A dexterous following is admired by all, But few dare praise the brave original. |
| Painters. |
| Painters are men, and haply Claude and Titian Discussed as we brown pink, and composition. |
| Peace and War. |
| Broken is many a heart by war accurst; Some think by peace and plenty they would burst. |