Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.