The Worst Of Madmen Is

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.