Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

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.

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.