Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

Let Us No More Contend, Nor Blame Each Other, Blamed Enough Elsewhere, But Strive, In Offices Of Love, How We May Lighten Each Other's Burden.

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.