For Patience, Sov'reign O'er Transmuted Ill.

The Authors That In Any Nation Last From Age To Age Are Very Few, Because There Are Very Few That Have Any Other Claim To Notice Than That They Catch Hold On Present Curiosity, And Gratify Some Accidental Desire, Or Produce Some Temporary Conveniency.

A Few Men Are Sufficient To Broach Falsehoods, Which Are Afterwards Innocently Diffused By Successive Relaters.

There Mark What Ills The Scholar's Life Assail, Toil, Envy, Want, And Patron.

Change Is Not Made Without Inconvenience.

Whoever Envies Another Confesses His Superiority.