O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

And Nobler Is A Limited Command, Given By The Love Of All Your Native Land, Than A Successive Title, Long And Dark, Drawn From The Mouldy Rolls Of Noah's Ark.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.