Wherefore if men inclined are to look, Perhaps their graver fancies may be took With what is here, though but in homely rhymes: But he who pleases all must rise betimes. Some, I persuade me, will be finding fault, Concluding here I trip and there I halt: No doubt some could these groveliing notions raise By this or that man's fancy, we should have What though my text seems mean, my morals De Than some a text, wherefore should we deny Wise Solomon did fools to pismires send, I think the wiser sort my rhyme may slight, I could, were I so pleased, use higher strains : And for applause on tenters stretch try brains; But what needs that? The arrow out of sight As for the inconsiderableness Of things, by which I do my mind express: J. B. WHAT! barren here, in this so good a soil! Art thou not planted by the water-side? Thou hast been digg'd about, and dunged ton, He that about thy roots takes pains to dig |