Till springs of grace doe gush out of the minde:
For till affections from the fond be driuen,
In vayne is truth tolde, or good counsayle giuen.
26.
Like Pegasus a poet must haue wings,
To flye to heauen, or where him liketh best:[1717]
He must haue knowledge of eternall things,
Almighty Ioue must harbour in his brest:
With worldly cares he may not be opprest,
The wings of wit and skill[1718] must heaue him hyer,