Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress,

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.