The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.