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The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.

The Judgment Of The World Stands Upon Matter Of Fortune.

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.

Some Are Unwisely Liberal, And More Delight To Give Presents Than To Pay Debts.