With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

Remember That In All Miseries Lamenting Becomes Fools, And Action, Wise Folk.

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.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

Lovely Sweetness Is The Noblest Power Of Woman, And Is Far Fitter To Prevail By Parley Than By Battle.