Tis But A Part We See, And

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

This Long Disease, My Life.

Old Men, For The Most Part, Are Like Old Chronicles That Give You Dull But True Accounts Of Times Past, And Are Worth Knowing Only On That Score.

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.