In the Fifties — in the far past, let us say — you had to scrunge for money for arts projects, unless you were exceptionally well connected: you courted individual patrons, if you had the knack; you married well, or well enough, as some poets still do; you did without, you saved and then went broke.

Your reasoning seems needlessly abstruse, complex, and verbose for me. I mean, could you dumb it down for my sake?

You can ignore their problems, but you could be in the same boat someday.

Shall we not accompt theſe a part of Gods dispenſation, and therefore good in the Fountaine, from whence they flowed