Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.