To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

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

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.

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

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.