XI <br /> <br />A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon; <br />And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile; <br />The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while, <br />Numbring good intellects; now seldom por'd on. <br />Cries the stall-reader, bless us! what a word on <br />A title page is this! and some in file <br />Stand spelling fals, while one might walk to Mile- <br />End Green. Why is it harder Sirs then Gordon, <br />Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? <br />Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek <br />That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. <br />Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, <br />Hated not Learning wors then Toad or Asp; <br />When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward Greek. <br /> <br />Note: Camb. Autograph supplies title, On the Detraction which <br />followed my writing certain Treatises.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-11/
