Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.
Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
They're only truly great who are truly good.