Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong

He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The World.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Let No Man Under Value The Price Of A Virtuous Woman's Counsel.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

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.