He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.