It Is A Note Of Upstart Greatness

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.