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Wherefore if men inclined are to look, Perhaps their graver fancies may be took With what is here, though but in homely rhymes : But be 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 raisa By fine spun terms that challenge might the bays. Should all be forced to lay their brains aside 'I hat cannot regulate the lowing tide By this or that man's fancy, we should have The wise unto the fool hecoines a slave. What though mv text seems mean, my morals de Grave qe if fetched from a sublimer tree. And if some better handle can a fly, Than some a text, wherefore should we deny Their making proof, or good experiment, Of smallest things, great mischiefs to prevent?
Wise Solomon did fools to pismires send,
I think the wiser sort my rhyme may slight, While I peruse them, fools will take delight. Then what care I? The foolish, God has chose; And doth by foolish tbings their minds compose, And setile upon that which is divine : Great things hy little ones are made to shine.
I could, were I so pleased, use higher strains : And for applausc on tenters stretch iry brains ;
But what needs that? The arrow out of sight
As for the inconsiderabl·ness
UPON THE BARREN FIG-TREE IN GOD'S ::
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