The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say,

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.