To The Disgrace Of Men It Is

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

The Glory And Increase Of Wisdom Stands In Exercising 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.

Often Extraordinary Excellence, Not Being Rightly Conceived, Does Rather Offend Than Please.

Men Are Almost Always Cruel In Their Neighbors' Faults; And Make Others' Overthrow The Badge Of Their Own Ill-masked Virtue.