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120 For as we see th' eclipsed sun By mortals is more gaz'd upon Than when, adorn'd with all his light, He shines in serene sky most bright; So valour, in a low estate, Is most admir'd and wonder'd at. Quoth Ralph, How great I do not know We may, by being beaten, grow; But none that see how here we sit, Will judge us overgrown with wit. As gifted brethren, preaching by A carnal hour-glass, do imply Illumination, can convey Into them what they have to say, But not how much; so well enough Know you to charge, but not draw off. For who, without a cap and bauble, Having subdu'd a bear and rabble, And might with honour have come off, Would put it to a second proof: A politic exploit, right fit For Presbyterian zeal and wit. Quoth Hudibras, That cuckoo's tone, Ralpho, thou always harp'st upon; When thou at anything would'st rail, Thou mak'st presbytery thy scale