Let Pride Go Afore, Shame

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

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.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.

Love Is Natures Second Sun.

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.