Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
  And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
  Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
  Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,
  Sandals more interwoven and complete
  To fit the naked foot of poesy;
  Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
  Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd
  By ear industrious, and attention meet:
  Misers of sound and syllable, no less
  Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
  Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
  So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
  She will be bound with garlands of her own.