Poets have a license to lie.
“Nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - There is no book so bad that it is not profitable on some part.”
“Prosperity tries the fortunate adversity the great.”
“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”
“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”
“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”
