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To Vessels blown exceed the gloomy Bowl, Which did the Wine's full excellence controul, These shew the Body, whilst you taste the Soul. Its colour sparkles Motion, lets thee see, Tho' yet th' Excess the Preacher warns to flee, Lest Men at length as clearly soy through Thee.

THE BIRD AND THE ARRAS By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch and with a chearfull Tune O're-passe the scortchings of the sultry Noon. But soon repuls'd by the obdurate scean How swift she turns but turns alas in vain That piece a Grove, this shews an ambient sky Where immitated Fowl their pinnions ply Seeming to mount in flight and aiming still more high. All she outstrip's and with a moments pride Their understation silent does deride Till the dash'd Cealing strikes her to the ground No intercepting shrub to break the fall is found Recovering breath the window next she gaines Nor fears a stop from the transparent Panes. ………………………… But we degresse and leaue th' imprison'd wretch Now sinking low now on a loftyer stretch Flutt'ring in endlesse cercles of dismay Till some kind hand directs the certain way Which through the casement an escape affoards And leads to ample space the only Heav'n of Birds.