Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. - John Dryden

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

so meer Poets and meer Musicians, are as sottish as meer Drunkards are, who live in a continuall mist without seeing, or judgeing any thing clearly.
A man should be learn'd in severall Sciences, and should have a rea∣sonable Philosophicall, and ni some measure a Mathematicall head; to be a compleat and excellent Poet

O gracious God! how far have we
Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy!