You read then?
Luc. One might say before ’twas written.
Cipr. But how so?
Luc. Oh, this same sufficient Roman,
What is he but another of the many
Who having seen a little and heard more
That others pick’d as loosely up before,
Constructs his little bird’s-nest universe
Of shreds and particles of false and true
Cemented with some thin philosophy,