If by Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd

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