Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.