God Made Thee Perfect, Not

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

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.

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.