Pray what do you mean by telling me, that your respect to me will keep you silent for the future, when you hear Mr. [Edward] Young slightly treated? — I would not, myself, hear him slightly treated; and why, then, do you suppose I would desire another to do it? It's one thing to treat a genteman ill, and another to speak frankly of his writings. This was Mr. Bond's case; and I can by no means esteem it reasonable in you to confound such contraries.
You ought, I assure you, to be a great champion in wit, if you would defend Mr. Young's poetry from all the assaults it lies open to; and I should have a much meaner opinion of him than Mr. Bond has, if he could be poor-spirited enough to think at all the worse of any man because he was formerly a professed declaimer against my verses; but what a monster should I be, if for so low a cause as that, I allowed him neither learning, wit, honour, common sense, or common honesty?