And More Than Echoes Talk Along The

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

A Long, Exact, And Serious Comedy; In Every Scene Some Moral Let It Teach, And, If It Can, At Once Both Please And Preach.

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

The Lot Of Man - To Suffer And To Die.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.