Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.
Jonathan SwiftWhatever the poets pretend, it is plain they give immortality to none but themselves; it is Homer and Virgil we reverence and admire, not Achilles or Aeneas. With historians it is quite the contrary; our thoughts are taken up with the actions, persons, and events we read, and we little regard the authors.
Jonathan Swift