When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.