“Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.” — Edmund Waller

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.