Love Is Natures Second Sun.

Love Is Natures Second Sun.

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.

And Let A Scholar All Earth's Volumes Carry, He Will Be But A Walking Dictionary: A Mere Articulate Clock.

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.

They're Only Truly Great Who Are Truly Good.