The Care Of The Critic Should Be

The End Of Writing Is To Instruct; The End Of Poetry Is To Instruct By Pleasing.

Come, Let Me Know What It Is That Makes A Scotch Man Happy!

Our Desires Always Increase With Our Possessions. The Knowledge That Something Remains Yet Unenjoyed Impairs Our Enjoyment Of The Good Before Us.

Every Man Has Some Favorite Topic Of Conversation, On Which, By A Feigned Seriousness Of Attention, He May Be Drawn To Expatiate Without End.

Those Whose Abilities Or Knowledge Incline Them Most To Deviate From The General Round Of Life Are Recalled From Eccentricity By The Laws Of Their Existence.