Classic Poem

Cleare spirits, which in Images set forth
The wayes of Nature by fine imitation,
Are oft forc'd to Hyperboles of worth,
As oft againe to monstrous declination;
So that their heads must lin'd be, like the Skie,
For all Opinions arts to traffike by.

Dull Spirits againe, which loue all constant grounds,
As comely veyles for their vnactiuenesse,
Are oft forc'd to contract, or stretch their bounds,
As actiue Power spreads her beames more, or lesse:
For though in Natures waine these guests come forth;
Can place, or stampe make currant ought but worth?