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As if some Student fierce, the day before
Had spurr'd his full halfe Crowne from him, and more.
Endimion cryes, away! What make wee here?
To draw a Map, or gather Juniper?
More cruell than Shrove-Prentices, when they
(Drunk in a Brothell House) are bid to pay;
Or than the Bawd at Sessions, to that vilde
Indicted Rout, which first her house until'de,
Is now the Captaine; who laughing swore; thus,
Each puny Poet rides his Pegasus.
But what's the cause my Lord spurs on amaine,
As if t'outride a Tartar, not the Raine;
Some such swift Tartar as might safely say,
To an inviting friend, that tempts his stay;
Farwell; thou seest the Sunne declin'd long since,
And I'm to sup a Hundred miles from hence.
My Lord (me thought) as he had heard this same,
Rod post, to eat that supper ere he came.
And now, my Mule moves too; but with such speed,
As Pris'ners to a Psalme, that cannot read:
Yet wee reach'd Wickham, with the early Night:
Which to describe to Eares, or draw to Sight;
Had spurr'd his full halfe Crowne from him, and more.
Endimion cryes, away! What make wee here?
To draw a Map, or gather Juniper?
More cruell than Shrove-Prentices, when they
(Drunk in a Brothell House) are bid to pay;
Or than the Bawd at Sessions, to that vilde
Indicted Rout, which first her house until'de,
Is now the Captaine; who laughing swore; thus,
Each puny Poet rides his Pegasus.
But what's the cause my Lord spurs on amaine,
As if t'outride a Tartar, not the Raine;
Some such swift Tartar as might safely say,
To an inviting friend, that tempts his stay;
Farwell; thou seest the Sunne declin'd long since,
And I'm to sup a Hundred miles from hence.
My Lord (me thought) as he had heard this same,
Rod post, to eat that supper ere he came.
And now, my Mule moves too; but with such speed,
As Pris'ners to a Psalme, that cannot read:
Yet wee reach'd Wickham, with the early Night:
Which to describe to Eares, or draw to Sight;
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