I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity

The Man That Is Once Hated, Both His Good And His Evil Deeds Oppress Him.

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

A Good Man Will Avoid The Spot Of Any Sin. The Very Aspersion Is Grievous, Which Makes Him Choose His Way In His Life, As He Would In His Journey.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .