I Am Resolved To Grow

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store