For He That Once Is Good, Is

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.