A good poet's made as well as born.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
The way to rise is to obey and please.
Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.