You Had Measured How Long

O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night