Ne for th' atchievement of this great emprize
The want of means or counsel may ye dread.
From my TWIN-DAUGHTERS' fruitful wombs shall rise
A race of letter'd sages, deeply read
In  various writ: by whom y-led
Through each well cultur'd plot, each beauteous grove,
Where  whilom wont to tread,
With mingled glee and profit may ye rove,
And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of knowledge prove.