Comparable with Chawcer, yet more occupyed in supersticious and odde matters than was requesite in so good a wytte.

Also Johnn Lydgate Wryteth after an hyer rate; It is dyffuse to fynde The sentence of his mynde, Yet wryteth he in his kynd, No man that can amend Those maters…

In images of horror, and in a certain terrible greatness, our author comes far behind Chaucer. Whether they were not suited to the genius or the temper of Lydg…

For hit ys oft seyde by hem that yet lyues He must nedys go that the deuell dryues.

His poetry, as a whole, is more nearly the real right thing than any of the poetry of a somewhat older generation than mine except Mr. Yeats's.

If I were a better artist, I'd be a painter, and if I were a better writer, I'd write books-- --but I'm not, so I draw cartoons!

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ Attempt translation.