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The valiant Hectors weightie spear,
Wherewith he fought the Trojan war,
The fatall sword and seven fold shield
Of Ajax, who could never yeeld:
Yea more the great Herculean club
Brusde Hydra in the Lernè dub
Hote Vulcan with his crooked heele
Bestow'd on him a tempred steele,
Cyclophes were the brethren Allans,
Who swore they swet more then ten gallons
In framing it upon their forge,
And tempring it for Master George:
But Æsculapius taught the lesson
How he should us'd in goodly fashion,
And bad extinguis't in his ale,
When that he thought it pure and stale,
With a pugill of polypodium:
And Ceres brought a manufodium:
And will'd him tost it at his fire
And of such bread never to tyre;
Then Podalirius did conclude
That for his melt was soverainge good.
Gold hair'd Apollo did bestow
His mightie-sounding silver bow,
With musick instruments great store,
His harp, his cithar, and mandore,
His peircing arrowes and his quiver:
But Cupid shot him through the liver
And set him all up in à flame,
To follow à Peneïan Dame:
But being once repudiat
Did lurk within this Cabinet,
And there with many a sigh and groane,
Fierce Cupids wrong he did bemoane,
Wherewith he fought the Trojan war,
The fatall sword and seven fold shield
Of Ajax, who could never yeeld:
Yea more the great Herculean club
Brusde Hydra in the Lernè dub
Hote Vulcan with his crooked heele
Bestow'd on him a tempred steele,
Cyclophes were the brethren Allans,
Who swore they swet more then ten gallons
In framing it upon their forge,
And tempring it for Master George:
But Æsculapius taught the lesson
How he should us'd in goodly fashion,
And bad extinguis't in his ale,
When that he thought it pure and stale,
With a pugill of polypodium:
And Ceres brought a manufodium:
And will'd him tost it at his fire
And of such bread never to tyre;
Then Podalirius did conclude
That for his melt was soverainge good.
Gold hair'd Apollo did bestow
His mightie-sounding silver bow,
With musick instruments great store,
His harp, his cithar, and mandore,
His peircing arrowes and his quiver:
But Cupid shot him through the liver
And set him all up in à flame,
To follow à Peneïan Dame:
But being once repudiat
Did lurk within this Cabinet,
And there with many a sigh and groane,
Fierce Cupids wrong he did bemoane,
But