Even Kings But Play; And When Their

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.