Who Casts To Write A Living Line,

Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.