And lifts him up out of the loathsome mire;
Such immortal mirror, as he doth admire,
Would raise one's mind above the starry sky,
And cause a caitiff courage to aspire;
For lofty love doth loathe a lowly eye.
CUD. All otherwise the state of Poet stands;
For lordly Love is such a tyrant fell,
That, where he rules, all power he doth expel;
The vaunted verse a vacant head demands,
Ne wont with crabbed care the Muses dwell: