The Freedom Of Poetic License.

The Sinews Of War Are Infinite Money.

In Fact The Whole Passion Ordinarily Termed Love (and Heaven Help Me If I Can Think Of Any Other Term To Apply To It) Is Of Such Exceeding Triviality That I See Nothing That I Think Comparable With It.

Whatever Befalls In Accordance With Nature Should Be Accounted Good.

Never Can Custom Conquer Nature, For She Is Ever Unconquered.

Borrowing From Peter To Pay Paul.