“ALANZO: Wrongs, like great whirlwinds,Shake highest battlements. Few for heaven would care,Should they be ever happy.”Thomas Dekker The Noble Spanish SoldierThe Noble Spanish Soldier (1622)
“ONAELIA:You are like common beadles, apt to lashAlmost to death poor wretches not worth striking,But fawn with slavish flattery on damned vicesSo great men act them. You clap hands at those,Where the true poet indeed doth scorn to gildA gaudy tomb with glory of his verse,Which coffins stinking carrion.”Thomas Dekker The Noble Spanish SoldierThe Noble Spanish Soldier (1622)
“ONAELIA: What sort of poets are there?POET: Two sorts lady: The great poets and the small poets.ONAELIA: Great and small! Which do you call the great? The fat ones?”Thomas Dekker The Noble Spanish SoldierThe Noble Spanish Soldier (1622)