Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

Imagination In A Poet Is A Faculty So Wild And Lawless That, Like A High Ranging Spaniel, It Must Have Clogs Tied To It, Lest It Outrun The Judgment. The Great Easiness Of Blank Verse Renders The Poet Too Luxuriant. He Is Tempted To Say Many Things Which Might Better Be Omitted, Or, At Least Shut Up In Fewer Words.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!