Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

And keeps the palace of the soul.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.

Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.