You See Through Love, And

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.