My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the micr >>
Think not I am what I appear. >>
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau id >>
The future author is one who discovers that language, the exploration >>
One gains universal applause who mingles the useful with the agreeable >>
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers. >>
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; -- all this comes of Authorship.