Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
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.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint.