If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
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.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.