With How Much Ease Believe We What

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

Shakespeare Was The Homer, Or Father Of Our Dramatic Poets;jonson Was Thevirgil, The Pattern Of Elaborate Writing; I Admire Him, But I Love Shakespeare.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.