My quiet soul to fears is not inur'd,
And from the sins of Idleness secur'd.
Others may seek the camp, others the town,
And fool themselves with pleasure or renown;
Let me, unminded in the common crowd,
Live master of the time that I'm allow'd.
On the Edition of Mr. Fletcher's Works.
Fletcher (whose fame no age can ever waste;
Envy of ours, and glory of the last)