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Chide cruell Fate, whose buisnesse in the Spheares,
Wise Ieff'ry notes, is but to cause our Teares:
Their rule, and pow'r (quoth he) is understood,
More in the harme they doe us, than the good:
And this hee say'd, because he scarce had driven
Along that Coast, the length of Inches Seven,
But downe his Izeland fell; some Authors say
A burly Oake, lay there disguis'd in's way;
Others a Rush; and some report, his Steed
Did stumble, at the splinter of a Reed;
And some (far more authentick) say agin,
'Twas at a haire, that drop'd from humane Chin:
But though, the sage Historians are at strife,
How to resolve this point; his Coursers life
They hold lost in the fall; whilst the discreet
Ieff'ry was forc'd, to wander on his Feet.
Old wives, that saw the sorrowes of this Spy,
Their wither'd Lips (thinner than Lids of Eye)
Strait opened wide; and tickled with his wrongs,
Did laugh, as if t'were •ech'ry to their Lungs;
And Diego too, whose grave, and solemne Brow,
Was ever knit, grew loud, and wanton now:
Wise Ieff'ry notes, is but to cause our Teares:
Their rule, and pow'r (quoth he) is understood,
More in the harme they doe us, than the good:
And this hee say'd, because he scarce had driven
Along that Coast, the length of Inches Seven,
But downe his Izeland fell; some Authors say
A burly Oake, lay there disguis'd in's way;
Others a Rush; and some report, his Steed
Did stumble, at the splinter of a Reed;
And some (far more authentick) say agin,
'Twas at a haire, that drop'd from humane Chin:
But though, the sage Historians are at strife,
How to resolve this point; his Coursers life
They hold lost in the fall; whilst the discreet
Ieff'ry was forc'd, to wander on his Feet.
Old wives, that saw the sorrowes of this Spy,
Their wither'd Lips (thinner than Lids of Eye)
Strait opened wide; and tickled with his wrongs,
Did laugh, as if t'were •ech'ry to their Lungs;
And Diego too, whose grave, and solemne Brow,
Was ever knit, grew loud, and wanton now:
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