If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, br And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet br Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness; br Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, br Sandals more interwoven and complete br To fit the naked foot of poesy; br Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress br Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd br By ear industrious, and attention meet: br Misers of sound and syllable, no less br Than Midas of his coinage, let us be br Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown; br So, if we may not let the Muse be free, br She will be bound with garlands of her own.