If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, | a | ||||
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet | b | ||||
Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness; | c | ||||
Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, | a | ||||
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Sandals more interwoven and complete | b | |||
To fit the naked foot of poesy; | d | ||||
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress | c | ||||
Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd | a | ||||
By ear industrious, and attention meet: | b | ||||
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Misers of sound and syllable, no less | c | |||
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be | d | ||||
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown; | e | ||||
So, if we may not let the Muse be free, | d | ||||
She will be bound with garlands of her own. | e | ||||
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