Your care about your banks infers a fear Of threatening floods ,and inundations near; If so, a just reprise would only be Of what the land usurped upon the sea

Divine. Sitting, sipping a tiny drinkette, vadaïng the great butch omis and dolly little palones trolling by, or disporting yourself on the sable plage getting your lallies all bronzed - your riah getting bleached by the soleil.

Then way what loſſe your honor may ſuſtaine / If with too credent eare you liſt his ſongs / Or looſe your hart, or your chaſt treaſure open / To his vnmaſtred importunity.

Earth, yield me roots; / Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate / With thy most operant poison!