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[18] When that the Master comes to reap it, He'll ſay, the labourers have ſleeped; When that they ſhould the land manure, It is both barren, lean and poor. He'll cause ſpeedy dispatch on them, And fet his ground to other men. When truth is not with freedom talked, It's ground which the plough hath baulked; The fruit that from the ſame proceeds, is nothing but unsavoury weeds. All ye who have the Lord's commission, To ſhare to men, make no omission; With courage declare his whole counſel, Let men think of you what they will. Happy the man who's heart is plain, Without any guile. Amen, ſaid the Wren.

When good men are put from their chair, And children ſet to blow the fire, Men may wait long upon their ſoals, E'er they be warmed with their coals: But men have now ſuch cloaths to wear, That heat nor cold they do not fear; About their ſhoulders, waste and knees, They are array'd like butter-flies! The great artificer Dedalas, I think he hath invented this: When to his ſon he did make wings, He hath found out these flightering things. Like to Icarus they ſoar on high, Looking to heaven, as they could fly ! Mounting with ribbands and coats reeling, It's a wonder for to ſee ſuch ſpeeling! Come they to heaven, in ſuch array, The ſaints I'm ſure they will affray: