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That they would heare him speake: 'tis not (quoth he)
Our kinde respect to wealth, or libertie,
Begets this feare; but lest blind Fortune may
Unto some fierce, unruly hand betray,
The truest Servant to a State, that cou'd
Be giv'n a Nation out of flesh and bloud:
And hee tall Ieff'ry height! who not much us'd
To fights at Sea, and loth to be abus'd,
Resolv'd to hide him, where they sooner might
Discover him, with smelling than with sight.
Each Eye was now imploy'd; no man could thinke
Of any uncouth Nooke, or narrow Chinke,
But strait they sought him there; in holes not deep
But small, where slender Magots us'd to creep:
At last, they found him close, beneath a spick
And almost span-new-pewter-Candlestick.
A sapient Diego, that had now command
Of Ships and Victorie, tooke him in hand:
Peis'd him twise, tasted his discourse; at length
Beleev'd, that he dissembled wit, and strength:
Quoth he, Victors, and Vanquished! I bid
You all give care, to wisdome of Madrid!

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