Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

This Long Disease, My Life.

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

Old Men, For The Most Part, Are Like Old Chronicles That Give You Dull But True Accounts Of Times Past, And Are Worth Knowing Only On That Score.