Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.