There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

If You Neglect Your Work, You Will Dislike It; If You Do It Well, You Will Enjoy It

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.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

The Judgment Of The World Stands Upon Matter Of Fortune.