defense of poesie

But if (fie of such a but) you be borne so neare the dull-making Cataract of Nilus, that you cannot heare the Planet-like Musicke of Poetrie; if you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift it self up to looke to the skie of Poetrie.... thus much Curse i must send you in the behalfe of all Poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour, for lacking skill of a Sonnet, and when you die, your memorie die from the earth for want of an Epitaphe.