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The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, read more
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out
of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming read more
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always virtue's friend.
Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.
Thine read more
Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.
Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews;
The rage but not the talent to abuse.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally
discover everybody's face but their own.
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally
discover everybody's face but their own.
It is difficult not to write satire.
[Lat., Difficile est satiram non scribere.]
It is difficult not to write satire.
[Lat., Difficile est satiram non scribere.]
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies
about them when they die.
[Fr., La read more
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies
about them when they die.
[Fr., La satire ment sur les gens de lettres pendant leur vie, et
l'eloge ment apres leur mort.]
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
