He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.