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CANTO II.] To let them breathe awhile, and then Cry whoop, and set them on again. As Romulus a wolf did rear, So he was dry-nursed by a bear, That fed him with the purchased prey Of many a fierce and bloody fray; Bred up, where discipline most rare is, In military garden Paris: For soldiers heretofore did grow In gardens, just as weeds do now, Until some splay-foot politicians T' Apollo offer'd up petitions, For licensing a new invention They'd found out, of an antique engine To root out all the weeds, that grow In public gardens, at a blow, And leave th' herbs standing. Quoth Sir Sun, My friends, that is not to be done. Not done? quoth Statesmen: Yes, an't please ye, When 'tis once known you'll say 'tis easy. Why then let's know it, quoth Apollo. We'll beat a drum, and they'll all follow.