If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, <br />And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet <br />Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness; <br />Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, <br />Sandals more interwoven and complete <br />To fit the naked foot of poesy; <br />Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress <br />Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd <br />By ear industrious, and attention meet: <br />Misers of sound and syllable, no less <br />Than Midas of his coinage, let us be <br />Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown; <br />So, if we may not let the Muse be free, <br />She will be bound with garlands of her own.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-if-by-dull-rhymes-our-english-must-be-chain-d/
