Words Writ In Waters.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The World.

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.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.