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Ten thousand Rivers drink, and thenGrows drunk, and spews ’em up again.

The Sun (and who so right as he.)

S ts up all Night to drink the Sea.

The Moon quaffs up the Sun, her Brother, •And wishes she could tope another.

Ev’ry Thing fuddles; then that I,

Is’t any Reason, should be dry ?

Well, I’ll.be content to thirst;

Cut too much Drink shall make me, first.

A Sejficn of the Poet s,

S INCE the Senses the Muses grewnum’reusand loud,For th’ appeasing so factious and clam’rous a Crowd,Jpolto thought sit, in so weighty a Cause,

To establish a Government, Leader and Laws.

The Hopes of the Bays, at this summoning Call,

Had drawn ’em together, the Devil and all:

Ail thronging and list’ning, they gap’d for the B’tssmg,No Presbvter Sermon had more Crouding and Pressing.

In the Head of the Gang John D’yden nppear’d,That ancient grave Wit, so long lov’d and sear’d ;

But Apollo had heard os a Story in Town,

Of his quitting the Muses, to wear a black Gown,

A r.d so gave him leave, now his Poetry’s done,

To let him turn Priest, now R -is turn’d Nun.

This rev’rend Author was no sooner set by,

But Apollo had got gentle * George in his Eye,

And frank'y consess’d, that os all Men that writ,There's none had more Fancy, Sense, j udgment, and Wit:

* Sir George Ethers ge.

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