Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

I Did But Prompt The Age To Quit Their Clogs By The Known Rules Of Ancient Liberty, When Straight A Barbarous Noise Environs Me Of Owls And Cuckoos, Asses, Apes And Dogs.

From Haunted Spring And Dale Edg'd With Poplar Pale The Parting Genius Is With Sighing Sent.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.