[…] arte is neither an aider nor a surmounter, but onely a bare immitatour of natures works, following and counterfeyting her actions and effects […]

we add wood to the castiron stove, and midnight's candlelight trembles on the ceiling

He liked to have [the axe-helve] slender as a whipstock, Free from the least knot, equal to the strain Of bending like a sword across the knee.

Of less account some knight thereto object, / Whose loss so great and harmful can not prove.