Young Men Think Old Men Are Fools,

Words Writ In Waters.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

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.