And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence.’—l. 566, 7.
‘Be niggards of advice on no pretence,
For the worst avarice is that of sense.’—l. 578, 9.
‘Strain out the last dull dropping of their sense,
And rhyme with all the rage of impotence.’—l. 608, 9.
‘Horace still charms with graceful negligence,
And without method talks us into sense.’—l. 653, 4.
I am, Sir, your humble servant,
A Small Critic.