Reveng'd at once upon the gods, and thee."—Ibid. p. 8.
"What had the gods to do with me, or mine."—Ibid. p. 57.
"Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare;
They spoil their business with an over-care:
And he, who servilely creeps after sense,
Is safe; but ne'er can reach to excellence."—
"Prologue to Tyrannic Love."
"What various noises do my ears invade;