Chapter 1831 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

III.

And as she treats all things, and ne'er retreats From anything, this Epic will contain A wilderness of the most rare conceits, Which you might elsewhere hope to find in vain. 'Tis true there be some bitters with the sweets, Yet mixed so slightly, that you can't complain, But wonder they so few are, since my tale is "_De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis._"[771]