Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.