I'm asking myself: why am I obsessed with Early Modern Writer anecdotes so much recently? I think one of the reason is that the knowledge I get from studying these authors's lives is endlessly emanicipating. You can write for money and write well (almost every early modern dramatists, especially Shakespeare). You can be cynical and jealous of your fellow writers's works yet still do a good job yourself and even be half-decent to them on a personal level(Jonson). You can write profane things while being a clegyman(sorry that's a joke, Mr. Donne). Most importantly you can be anyone you like, try your best to earn your bread by your pen, enjoy your life to the full and on the off chance still be one of the greatest writers in history. It's extremely comforting, really. Art is art, no mystyfing, for once.