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.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
Politicians neither love nor hate.
War is a trade of kings.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.