Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

I Would Rather Have A Plain Down-right Wisdom Than A Foolish And Affected Eloquence.

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus, And The Poet's Horse Accounted: Ply It And You All Are Mounted.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.