Musophilus. Stanza 57.

And for the few that only lend their ear,

That few is all the world.

Musophilus. Stanza 97.

This is the thing that I was born to do.

Musophilus. Stanza 100.

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent

The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores

This gain of our best glory shall be sent

T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?