Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, br With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; br Some call on Heav'n, some invocate on Hell, br And Fates and Furies with their woes acquaint. br Elysium is too high a seat for me; br I will not come in Styx or Phlegethon; br The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be; br Like they that lust, I care not; I will none. br Spiteful Erinnys frights me with her looks; br My manhood dares not with foul Ate mell; br I quake to look on Hecate's charming books; br I still fear bugbears in Apollo's cell. br I pass not for Minerva nor Astraea; br Only I call on my divine Idea.