My sentence is for open war.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.