Classic Poem

Inough's as good as a feast.

Wee Bowes vnbend, and slack the Viols Strings?
That vsed so, wee them may longer vse:
Then if our Muse be euer on her Wings
She wil the lesser while flye like our Muse
The body by repletion, compotent,
And by Euacuation, fit for it
Successiuely doth Nature most Content:
So, must we vse the Minde, the Muse the Wit:
Then, here an end of that Which we began
On no Foundation that had any ende,
But such as makes our Muse an Artizan,
That can in euery kinde her self transcend:
But, ├┤ light Rimes, bee darke to all but those
That can your Rime and Reason well dispose
Incundum nihil est nisi quod reficit varietas