They are the ground, the books, the academes
300 From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
[301] Why, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
[304] The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
305 Now, for not looking on a woman’s face,
You have in that forsworn the use of eyes
And study too, the causer of your vow;
For where is any author in the world