Promise Is Most Given When The Least

Fortune, The Great Commandress Of The World, Hath Divers Ways To Advance Her Followers: To Some She Gives Honor Without Deserving; To Other Some, Deserving Without Honor; Some Wit, Some Wealth,--and Some, Wit Without Wealth; Some Wealth Without Wit; Some Nor Wit Nor Wealth.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

And Let A Scholar All Earth's Volumes Carry, He Will Be But A Walking Dictionary: A Mere Articulate Clock.

And For The Authentical Truth Of Either Person Or Actions, Who (worth The Respecting) Will Expect It In A Poem, Whose Subject Is Not Truth, But Things Like Truth? Poor Envious Souls They Are That Cavil At Truth's Want In These Natural Fictions; Material Instruction, Elegant And Sententious Excitation To Virtue, And Deflection From Her Contrary, Being The Soul, Limbs, And Limits Of An Authentical Tragedy.

They're Only Truly Great Who Are Truly Good.