To Be Rhymed To Death As Is

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human Wisdom.

Fear Is The Underminer Of All Determinations; And Necessity, The Victorious Rebel Of All Laws.

Cupid Makes It His Sport To Pull The Warrior's Plum.