ABSTRACT
To celebrate the dead, did I not need A language by itself, which should exceed All those which are in use: For while I take Those common words, which men may even rake From Dunghill-wits, I find them so defiled, Siubber'd and false, as if they had exiled Truth and propriety, such as do tell So little other things, they hardly spell Their proper meaning, and therefore unfit To blazon forth thy merits, or thy wit.
