That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Courage never to submit of yield.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

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.