...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And Thrift The Fuel Of Magnificence.

A Dull Head Thinks Of No Better Way To Show Himself Wise, Than By Suspecting Everything In His Way.

Fear Is The Underminer Of All Determinations; And Necessity, The Victorious Rebel Of All Laws.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of The Speaker.