A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

Among The Writers Of All Ages, Some Deserve Fame, And Have It; Others Neither Have Nor Deserve It; Some Have It, Not Deserving It; Others, Though Deserving It, Yet Totally Miss It, Or Have It Not Equal To Their Deserts.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.