The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.