Here you will find thePoemOpinionof poet George Chapman
There is no truth of any good To be discerned on earth ; and, by conversion, Nought therefore simply bad; but as the stuff Prepared for Arras pictures, is no picture Till it be formed, and man hath cast the beams Of his imaginous fancy thorough it, In forming ancient kings and conquerors As he conceives they looked and were attired, Though they were nothing so: so all things here Have all their price set down from men's conceits, Which make all terms and actions good or bad, And are but pliant and well-coloured threads Put into feigned images of truth.
