Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause, Delight, The Wonder Of Our Stage! My Shakespeare , Rise; I Will Not Lodge Thee By Chaucer Or Spenser , Or Bid Beaumont Lie A Little Further, To Make Thee A Room; Thou Art A Monument, Without A Tomb, And Art Alive Still, While Thy Book Doth Live, And We Have Wits To Read , And Praise To Give .

Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men Had Wisdom.

Many Punishments Sometimes, And In Some Cases, As Much Discredit A Prince As Many Funerals A Physician.

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.