Sir, (quoth the  humbly bowing,
And all that he had said allowing)
Behold me and my airy Fancies
Subdu'd, like Giants in Romances.
I here submit to your Discourses;
Which since Experience too enforces,
I, in that solitary Pit,
Your Gold withdrawn, will hide my Wit
Till Time, which hastily advances,
And gives to all new Turns and Chances
Again may bring it into use;
may again produce;
New  Days revive,
When  shall please, and  thrive.
Till when, let those converse in private,
Who taste what others don't ;
Yielding that Mammonists ,
And let the  out-swell