He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

Shakespeare Was The Homer, Or Father Of Our Dramatic Poets;jonson Was Thevirgil, The Pattern Of Elaborate Writing; I Admire Him, But I Love Shakespeare.