These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

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

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.