As Guests sat Jovial at the Board,
Forth leap'd our Mice: Eftsoons the Lord
Of , whilome  the ,
Who maketh oft Propos full queint,
Laugh'd jocund, and aloud He cry'd,
To  seated on t'oth' side;
To Thee, lean Bard, it doth partain
To understand these Creatures Tweine.
Come frame Us now some clean Device,
Or playsant Rhime on yonder Mice:
They seem, God shield Me,  and .