Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.