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A Song in a Play called Hide-Parke.
1.
Come Muses all that dwel nigh the fountain,
Made by the winged horses heel,
Which firked with his Rider over each mountain,
Let me your galloping raptures feel:
I do not sing of fleas or frogs,
Nor of the well mouthed hunting dogs;
Let me be just, all praises must
Be given to the wel-breath'd Iilian thrust.
2.
Young Constable and kill Deers famous,
The Cat, the Mouse, and Noddy Gray,
With nimble Pegabrig you cannot shame us
With Spanjard nor with Spinola:
Hill climbing whit-erose, praise doth not lack,
Handsome Dunbar, and yellow Jack:
But if I be just, all praises must
Be given to the well-breathed Iilian thrust.
3.
Sure spurred sloven, true running Robin,
Of young Shaver I do not say lesse,
Strawberry Some, and let Spider pop in,
Fine Bruckly and brave lurching Besse,