An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

Shakespeare Was The Homer, Or Father Of Our Dramatic Poets;jonson Was Thevirgil, The Pattern Of Elaborate Writing; I Admire Him, But I Love Shakespeare.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.