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For scituation, or for forme, for heighth,
For strength, or magnitude, would (in good faith)
But stale the price o'th Map; small credit be
T'our Poem, lesse to our Geographie:
Or as your riding Academicks use,
To toyle, and vex, a long fed mutton-Muse,
With taking the circumference of mine Host,
Or his Wives sumitrie, were time worse lost;
Since nor Taurentius, nor Van-dike, have yet
Command to draw them for the King in great.
He that to night rul'd each delighted breast,
Gave to the pallat of each Eare a feast;
With joy of pledges made our sowre wine sweet,
And nimble as the leaping juice of Creet;
Was, the brave Endimion; whose triumphs, cleere,
From cruell tyranny, or too nice feare;
Having wit still ready, and no huge sinne
To cause a sadnesse that might keepe it in,
Let flye at all; the Shafts were keene; and when
They miss'd to pierce, he strongly drew agen.
But Sleep, whom Constables obey, though they
Have twenty Bills to keepe him off till day:
For strength, or magnitude, would (in good faith)
But stale the price o'th Map; small credit be
T'our Poem, lesse to our Geographie:
Or as your riding Academicks use,
To toyle, and vex, a long fed mutton-Muse,
With taking the circumference of mine Host,
Or his Wives sumitrie, were time worse lost;
Since nor Taurentius, nor Van-dike, have yet
Command to draw them for the King in great.
He that to night rul'd each delighted breast,
Gave to the pallat of each Eare a feast;
With joy of pledges made our sowre wine sweet,
And nimble as the leaping juice of Creet;
Was, the brave Endimion; whose triumphs, cleere,
From cruell tyranny, or too nice feare;
Having wit still ready, and no huge sinne
To cause a sadnesse that might keepe it in,
Let flye at all; the Shafts were keene; and when
They miss'd to pierce, he strongly drew agen.
But Sleep, whom Constables obey, though they
Have twenty Bills to keepe him off till day:
Sleepe
