It Is Not Good To

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

Either I Will Find A Way, Or I Will Make One.

O You Virtuous Owle, The Wise Minerva's Only Fowle.

A Dull Head Thinks Of No Better Way To Show Himself Wise, Than By Suspecting Everything In His Way.

There Have Been Many Most Excellent Poets That Have Never Versified, And Now Swarm Many Versifiers That Need Never Answer To The Name Of Poets.