To Be Angry Is To Revenge The

Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred Good Symptoms.

Heav'n First Taught Letters For Some Wretch's Aid, Some Banish'd Lover, Or Some Captive Maid.

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.

I Was Not Born For Courts And Great Affairs, But I Pay My Debts, Believe And Say My Prayers.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.