Who Casts To Write A Living Line,

Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty Men; But At Our Parting, We Will Be, As When We Innocently Met.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.