Come Not Between The Dragon And His

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.