O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

No Government Has Ever Been, Or Can Ever Be, Wherein Time-servers And Blockheads Will Not Be Uppermost.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

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