"Lucretius English'd! 't was a work might shake
The power of English verse to undertake."—Otway.
"The best may slip, and the most cautious fall;
He's more than mortal, that ne'er err'd at all."—Pomfret.
"Poets large souls heaven's noblest stamps do bear,
Poets, the watchful angels' darling care."—Stepney.
"Sorrow breaks reasons, and reposing hours;
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night."—Shak.
"Nor then the solemn nightingale ceas'd warbling."—Milton.
"And O, poor hapless nightingale, thought I,
How sweet thou singst, how near the deadly snare!"—Id.
"He calls for famine, and the meagre fiend
Blows mildew from between his shrivell'd lips."—Cowper.
"If o'er their lives a refluent glance they cast,
Theirs is the present who can praise the past."—Shenstone.
"Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave,
Is but the more a fool, the more a knave."—Pope.
"Great eldest-born of Dullness, blind and bold!
Tyrant! more cruel than Procrustes old;
Who, to his iron bed, by torture, fits,
Their nobler part, the souls of suffering wits."—Mallet.