Fame Is The Last Infirmity Of The

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

None But Such As Are Good Men Can Give Good Things, And That Which Is Not Good, Is Not Delicious To A Well-govern'd And Wise Appetite.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.