For what can stand that is so badly staid?
Well may that fall whose ground-work is unsure.
And what hath wall’d the world but thoughts unweigh’d
In freer reason? That antiquate, secure,
And easie dull conceit of corporature;
Of matter; quantitie, and such like gear
Hath made this needlesse, thanklesse inclosure,
Which I in full disdain quite up will tear
And lay all ope, that as things are they may appear.