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236 Or putting tricks upon the moon, Which by confed'racy are done. Your ancient conjurers were wont To make her from her sphere dismount, And to their incantations stoop! They scorn'd to pore thro' telescope, Or idly play at bo-peep with her, To find out cloudy or fair weather, Which every almanack can tell, Perhaps as learnedly and well As you yourself—Then, friend I doubt You go the furthest way about: Your modest Indian Magician Makes but a hole in th' earth to piss in, And straight resolves all questions by't, And seldom fails to be i' th' right. The Rosy-crucian way's more sure To bring the Devil to the lure; Each of 'em has a sev'ral gin, To catch intelligences in. Some by the nose, with fumes, trepan 'em, As Dunstan did the Devil's grannam.