Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If

Make Ducks And Drakes With Shillings.

Promise Is Most Given When The Least Is Said.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.

And For The Authentical Truth Of Either Person Or Actions, Who (worth The Respecting) Will Expect It In A Poem, Whose Subject Is Not Truth, But Things Like Truth? Poor Envious Souls They Are That Cavil At Truth's Want In These Natural Fictions; Material Instruction, Elegant And Sententious Excitation To Virtue, And Deflection From Her Contrary, Being The Soul, Limbs, And Limits Of An Authentical Tragedy.