The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!