Words Writ In Waters.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.

And For The Authentical Truth Of Either Person Or Actions, Who (worth The Respecting) Will Expect It In A Poem, Whose Subject Is Not Truth, But Things Like Truth? Poor Envious Souls They Are That Cavil At Truth's Want In These Natural Fictions; Material Instruction, Elegant And Sententious Excitation To Virtue, And Deflection From Her Contrary, Being The Soul, Limbs, And Limits Of An Authentical Tragedy.

Pure Innovation Is More Gross Than Error.