Thus All Below Is Strength, And All

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.