And a little after,

Come my best Friends, my Books, and lead me on;
'Tis time that I were gone.
Welcome, great Stagirite, and teach me now
All I was born to know.

And commending _Cicero_, he says,

Thou art the best of Orators; only he
Who best can praise thee, next must be.

And of _Virgil_ thus,

Who brought green Poesy to her perfect Age,
And made that Art, which was a Rage.

And in the beginning of the next Ode, he wou'd not certainly have apply'd
himself to WIT in the harsh Cadence of _Monosyllables_, had he thought
them so very harsh;

Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,
Thou who Master art of it.

Again,

In a true Piece of Wit all things must be
Yet all things there agree.

But did he believe such Concord to be inconsistent with the use of