A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then What Should War Be?

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.