Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

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.

Extremes, Though Contrary, Have The Like Effects. Extreme Heat Kills, And So Extreme Cold: Extreme Love Breeds Satiety, And So Extreme Hatred; And Too Violent Rigor Tempts Chastity, As Does Too Much License.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.