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The fifth muse
In all the World; except Leonidas
The rest, without a third I overpasse.
Thus our Saint Iohnstons riband took the name
Whereof we have no reason to think shame.
Our Shipper heerwith cald, HOW, turn aback,
The waters flow, and tide doth quickly make,
Therefore of this to speak more was no leasure,
For winde and tide (you know) stay no mans pleasure.
With post haste to our bearge we make our way,
The day far spent, longer we might not stay;
Our ship now fairlie fleeting comes a land,
Two skilfull rowers take the oares in hand
We reembarked, down the river slide,
Which was most pleasant with the flowing tide,
The bridge drawes nigh where contrare streams do run,
Take heed shipper, said we, these dangers shun,
The whirling streame will make our boat to cowp,
Therefore let's passe the bridge by Wallace loup.
Which when we did behold, 'mongst other things[1]
We much admir'd who lent his feet such wings:
Empedocles may leap in Aetna burning,
In Tiber leap may Cocles home returning,
The one burnes in flame, th'other falls in flood
But Wallace overleaping makes all good.
When we these Heaven-like arches had survey'd
VVe admird in th'air these hinging stones what stay'd.[2]
Then thus said Gall; these on their centers stay,
As on their bases fixt, and all their sway
They presse toward the same, a wondrous thing,
Albeit the Center in the air doth hing,
The rest, without a third I overpasse.
Thus our Saint Iohnstons riband took the name
Whereof we have no reason to think shame.
Our Shipper heerwith cald, HOW, turn aback,
The waters flow, and tide doth quickly make,
Therefore of this to speak more was no leasure,
For winde and tide (you know) stay no mans pleasure.
With post haste to our bearge we make our way,
The day far spent, longer we might not stay;
Our ship now fairlie fleeting comes a land,
Two skilfull rowers take the oares in hand
We reembarked, down the river slide,
Which was most pleasant with the flowing tide,
The bridge drawes nigh where contrare streams do run,
Take heed shipper, said we, these dangers shun,
The whirling streame will make our boat to cowp,
Therefore let's passe the bridge by Wallace loup.
Which when we did behold, 'mongst other things[1]
We much admir'd who lent his feet such wings:
Empedocles may leap in Aetna burning,
In Tiber leap may Cocles home returning,
The one burnes in flame, th'other falls in flood
But Wallace overleaping makes all good.
When we these Heaven-like arches had survey'd
VVe admird in th'air these hinging stones what stay'd.[2]
Then thus said Gall; these on their centers stay,
As on their bases fixt, and all their sway
They presse toward the same, a wondrous thing,
Albeit the Center in the air doth hing,
Yea