Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

Rhime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter...the troublesom and modern bondage of Rimeing.

Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.