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12 Hales set by himself most gravely did smile To see them about nothing keep such a coil; Apollo had spied him, but knowing his mind Passed by, and call'd Falkland that sate just behind. But He was of late so gone with divinity, That he had almost forgot his poetry, Though to say the truth (and Apollo did know it) He might have been both his priest and his poet.

At length who but an Alderman did appear, At which Will. Davenant began to swear; But wiser Apollo bade him draw nigher, And when he was mounted a little higher,

He openly declared that it was the best sign Of good store of wit, to have good store of coin; And without a syllable more or less said, He put the laurel on the Alderman's head.

At this all the wits were in such a maze That for a good while they did nothing but gaze One upon another: not a man in the place But had discontent writ in great in his face.

Only the small poets cheer'd up again, Out of hope, as 'twas thought, of borrowing; But sure they were out, for he forfeits his crown, When he lends any poets about the town.

each man's heart that doth begin To love, there's ever fram'd within A little world, for so I found, When first my passion reason drown'd.

Instead of earth unto this frame,Earth I had a faith was still the same; For to be right it doth behoove It be as that, fixt and not move;

Yet as the earth may sometime shake (For winds shut up will cause a quake), So, often jealousy and fear, Stol'n into mine, cause tremblings there.