For He That Once Is Good, Is

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

A Good Life Is A Main Argument.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude Of Friends, But In The Worth And Choice.