The first thing we lay our hands on in the morning is a libel; the last thing we lay out of our hands in the evening is a libel. Our eyes open upon libels; our eyes close upon libels. In short, libels, lampoons and satires, constitute all the writing, printing, and reading, of our time.

We may suppose that the press, and the print-shops will swarm with productions both grave and comic: That venal rhetorick, will turn prostitute in the service of disappointed ambition; and that buffonry [sic], capped like an ideot [sic], will ring her bells, to tickle vulgar ears, with the silly chimes of ridicule.

In unlimited monarchies, men have neither inclination, ability, nor spirit to write; but in a well-constituted free State, the possession of property, the love of liberty, the cultivation of science, will necessarily produce freedom of inquiry, and maintenance of rights: Hence must result literary contentions, and the various opinions of different parties.