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50 A drum! quoth Phœbus; Troth, that's true, A pretty invention, quaint and new: But tho' of voice and instrument We are th' undoubted president, We such loud music do not profess; The devil's master of that office, Where it must pass; if 't be a drum, He'll sign it with ''Cler. Parl. Dom. Com.'' To him apply yourselves, and he Will soon despatch you for his fee. They did so, but it proved so ill, They'ad better let 'em grow there still.
 * But to resume what we discoursing

Were on before, that is, stout Orsin; That which so oft by sundry writers, Has been applied t' almost all fighters, More justly may b' ascribed to this Than any other warrior, viz. None ever acted both parts bolder, Both of a chieftain and a soldier. He was of great descent, and high For splendour and antiquity, And from celestial origine, Derived himself in a right line. Not as the ancient heroes did, Who, that their base births might be hid, Knowing they were of doubtful gender, And that they came in at a windore, Made Jupiter himself, and others O' th' gods, gallants to their own mothers,