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Ʋpon the Hermaphrodite, written since by Mr J. Cleaveland.
PRobleme of Sexes; must thou likewise be
As disputable in thy Pedegree?
Thou twins-in-one, in whom Dame Nature tries
To throw lesse than Aums-ace upon two Dice:
Wert thou serv'd up two in one dish, the rather
To split thy Sire into a double Father?
True, the Worlds scales are even: what the maine
In one place gets, another quits againe.
Nature lost one by thee, and therefore must
Slice one in two to keep her number just:
Plurality of Livings is thy state,
And therefore mine must be impropriate.
For since the child is mine, and yet the claime
Is intercepted by anothers Name.
Never did steeple carry double truer,
His is the Donative, and mine the Cure.
Then say my Muse (and without more dispute)
Who is't that Fame doth superinstitute?
The Theban Wittall, when he once descries
Jove is his Rivall, fals to sacrifice:
That Name hath tipt his hornes: see on his knees
A health to Hansen, Kelder, Hercules:
Nay, sublunary Cuckolds are content
To entertaine their Fate with complement: