My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

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.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.