He was not so keenly anxious to get into print as many young men are; in this indifference, as in some qualities of his verse, curiously resembling Donne. The Horatian exhortation that he had come across in his reading – to keep his own compositions back till the ninth year – had made a deep impression on him. Nescit vox missa reverti; and by retaining his poems, and destroying those he thought irremediably bad – though he afterwards fancied he had destroyed too many – he may have been saved from the annoyance of seeing his early crude effusions crop up in later life.