If by dull rhymes our English must be chaine ,
And,like Andromeda,the sonner sweet
Fettered,in spite of pained loveliness,
Let us find out,if we musr be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of Poesy:
Let us inspect the lyre,and weigh the stress
Of every chord,and see what may be gained
By ear industrious,and attention meet;
Misers of sound and syllable,no less
Than Midas of his coinage,let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
So,if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
May 1819