I Seek No Better Warrant Than My

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

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.

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human Wisdom.