ONAELIA
My misery is then a poet sure,
For time has given it an eternity.
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?
POET
No:
But such as have great heads, which emptied forth,
Fill all the world with wonder at their lines;
Fellows which swell big with the wind of praise.
The small ones are but shrimps of poesie.
ONAELIA
Which in the kingdom now is the best poet?
POET
Emulation.
ONAELIA
Which the next?
POET
Necessity.
ONAELIA
And which the worst?
POET
Self-love.