The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.
Let us be quick to repent of injuries while repentance may not be a barren anguish.
Resentment gratifies him who intended an injury, and pains him unjustly who did not intend it.
Laws teach us to know when we commit injury and when we suffer it.
Every reader should remember the diffidence of Socrates, and repair by his candour the injuries of time: he should impute the seeming defects of his author to some chasm of intelligence, and suppose that the sense which is now weak was once forcible