“...music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses...”

“...think I none so simple would say that Aesop lied in the tales of his beasts: for who thinks that Aesop writ it for actually true were well worthy to have his name chronicled among the beasts he writeth of.”

“I now have learn’d Love right, and learn’d even so,As who by being poisoned doth poison know.”

“If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry...thus much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a sonnet; and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an epitaph.”

“Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.”

“...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.”

“A brave captain is as a root, out of which, as branches, the courage of his soldiers doth spring”