There have been many most excellent poets that have never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.

Ambition, like love, can abide no lingering; and ever urgeth on his own successes, hating nothing but what may stop them.

True bravery is quiet, undemonstrative.

My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

To the disgrace of men it is seen that there are women both more wise to judge what evil is expected, and more constant to bear it when it happens.

So, then, the best of the historian is subject to the poet; for whatsoever action or faction, whatsoever counsel, policy, or war-stratagem the historian is bound to recite, that may the poet, if he list, with his imitation make his own, beautifying it both for further teaching and more delighting, as it pleaseth him; having all, from Dante’s Heaven to his Hell, under the authority of his pen.

He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.