Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Good Sense And Good-nature Are Never Separated, Though The Ignorant World Has Thought Otherwise. Good-nature, By Which I Mean Beneficence And Candor, Is The Product Of Right Reason.