What Is Birth To A Man If

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.

They Are Never Alone That Are Accompanied With Noble Thoughts.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

Liking Is Not Always The Child Of Beauty; But Whatsoever Is Liked, To The Liker Is Beautiful.

So, Then, The Best Of The Historian Is Subject To The Poet; For Whatsoever Action Or Faction, Whatsoever Counsel, Policy, Or War-stratagem The Historian Is Bound To Recite, That May The Poet, If He List, With His Imitation Make His Own, Beautifying It Both For Further Teaching And More Delighting, As It Pleaseth Him; Having All, From Dante’s Heaven To His Hell, Under The Authority Of His Pen.