I willingly accept Cassandra's fate

We are Diana’s virgin train, Descended of no mortal strain: Our bows and arrows are our goods, Our palaces the lofty woods. * * * If you ask where such wights do dwell,

The bloody wolf, the wolf does not pursue; The boar, though fierce, his tusk will not embrue In his own kind, Bears, not on bears do prey: Then art thou, man, more savage far than they.

More rich, more noble I will ever hold The Muse's laurel, than a crown of gold.

Perhaps half the falsehood in the world is due to lack of power to detect the truth and to express it. aids both in discernment and in expression of things as they are.

Why should Honesty seek any safer retreat From the lawyers or barges, odd-rot-'em? For the lawyers are just at the top of the street, And the barges are just at the bottom!

How poor remembrances are statues, tombs, And other monuments that men erect To princes, which remain in closèd rooms Where but a few behold them, in respect Of Books, that to the universal eye Show how they lived; the other where they lie!