Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

Oh! It Offends Me To The Soul To Hear A Robust Periwig-pated Fellow, Tear A Passion To Tatters, To Very Rags, To Split The Ears Of The Groundlings.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.