For Evil News Rides Post, While Good

Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son; For At Thy Birth The Fairy Ladies Danced Upon The Hearth.

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.

Execute Their Airy Purposes.

Where More Is Meant Than Meets The Ear.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.