Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

He Was Not Of An Age, But For All Time!