Oh, happy triumph of the poet! - to hear his verses wedded to sweet sounds, and warbled by the woman he loves!

How many chapters have been written about love verses - and how many more might be written! - might, would, could, should, or ought to be written! - I will venture to say, will be written!

Said will be a little ahead, but done should follow at his heel.

My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.