Give Mee the Free, and Noble Stile,
Which seems uncurb’d, though it be wild:
Though It runs wild about, It cares not where;
It shewes more Courage, then It doth of Feare.
5 Give me a Stile that Nature frames, not Art:
For Art doth seem to take the Pedants part.
And that seemes Noble, which is Easie, Free,
Not to be bound with ore-nice Pedantry.