As I said before, they have pleased me much; But my regard for you makes me partial, and Others might judge them less favourably.

I must still remark that even my prejudice in your favour does not blind me so much as to prevent my observing several faults.

For instance, you make a terrible confusion of metaphors; You are too apt to make the strength of your lines consist more in the words than sense; Some of the verses only seem introduced in order to rhyme with others; and most of the best ideas are borrowed from other Poets, though possibly you are unconscious of the theft yourself.
These faults may occasionally be excused in a work of length; But a short Poem must be correct and perfect.' 'All this is true, Segnor; But you should consider that I only write for pleasure.' 'Your defects are the less excusable.

Their incorrectness may be forgiven in those who work for money, who are obliged to compleat a given task in a given time, and are paid according to the bulk, not value of their productions.

But in those whom no necessity forces to turn Author, who merely write for fame, and have full leisure to polish their compositions, faults are impardonable, and merit the sharpest arrows of criticism.' The Marquis rose from the Sopha; the Page looked discouraged and melancholy, and this did not escape his Master's observation.
'However' added He smiling, 'I think that these lines do you no discredit.