Nor use too swelling, or ill-sounded words . . . .
The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
A good poet's made as well as born.
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.