The Great God Pan Is Dead.

The Authors Of Great Evils Know Best How To Remove Them.

An Old Doting Fool, With One Foot Already In The Grave.

Blinded As They Are To Their True Character By Self-love, Every Man Is His Own First And Chiefest Flatterer, Prepared, Therefore, To Welcome The Flatterer From The Outside, Who Only Comes Confirming The Verdict Of The Flatterer Within.

The New King [alexander The Great] Should Perform Acts So Important And Glorious As Would Make The Poets And Musicians Of Future Ages Labour And Sweat To Describe And Celebrate Him.

The Present Offers Itself To Our Touch For Only An Instant Of Time And Then Eludes The Senses.