He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.

Be Free All Worthy Spirits, And Stretch Yourselves, For Greatness And For Height.

And For The Authentical Truth Of Either Person Or Actions, Who (worth The Respecting) Will Expect It In A Poem, Whose Subject Is Not Truth, But Things Like Truth? Poor Envious Souls They Are That Cavil At Truth's Want In These Natural Fictions; Material Instruction, Elegant And Sententious Excitation To Virtue, And Deflection From Her Contrary, Being The Soul, Limbs, And Limits Of An Authentical Tragedy.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.