4 quotes found
“Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.”
“Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.”
“While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.”
“Poetic justice, with her lifted scale,Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,Where nameless somethings i...”
