Inough's as good as a feast

WEE Bowes vnbend: and flack the Viols Strings?
That vsed so, wee them may longer vse:
Then, if our Muse be euer on her Wings
She wil the lesser while flye like our Muse.
The body by repletion, compotent,
And by Euacuation, fit for it
Successiuely, doth Nature most Content:
So, must we vse the Minde, the Muse, the Wit:
Then, here, an end of that which we began
On no Foundation that had any ende
But such as makes our Muse an Artizan,
That can, in euery Kinde her self transcend:
But, ô, light Rimes. bee darke to all but those
That can your Rime, and Reason wel dispose.