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 POETS

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sithe of our language he was the lodesterre. Ltdgate—The Falls of Princes. Referring to Chaucer. le | seealso = (See also {{sc|Spenser) For his chaste Muse employed her heaventaught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot. Lord Lyttleton—Prologue to Thomson's Corifilanus. 17 | seealso = (See also {{sc|Swift) Non scribit, cujus carmina nemo legit. He does not write whose verses no one reads. Martiaij—Epigrams. III. 9. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseeeh you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise. Martial—Epigrams. Bk. VIII. Ep. 49. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill. Orrery—Prologues. (According to Johnson.}}) | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Valeant mendacia vatum. Good-bye to the lies of the poets. Ovid—Fasti. VI. 253. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand. Plato—The Republic. Bk. II. Sec. V. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Tamen poetis mentiri licet. Nevertheless it is allowed to poets to lie. (Poetical license.) Pliny the Younger—Epistles. Bk. VI. 21. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Pom:—Dunciad. | place = Bk. I. L. 93. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with whom shall end. | author = Pope | work = Dunciad. | place = Bk. I. L. 165. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 607 }}