He seeks to impose it on no one.
[3] Much has been said of the humour of Browning.

But it is rather wit than humour which we perceive.

The gentle pathos which belongs to humour, the pitiful turn of the humourist upon himself, his smile at his own follies and those of mankind, the half light, like that of evening, in which humour dwells, are wanting in Browning.

It is true he has the charity of humour, though not its pathetic power.

But, all the same, he is too keen, too brilliant, too fierce at times for a humourist.