Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

They, Who Would Combat General Authority With Particular Opinion, Must First Establish Themselves A Reputation Of Understanding Better Than Other Men.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.