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Chide cruell Fate, whose buisnesse in the Spheares,Wise Ieff'ry notes, is but to cause our Teares:Their rule, and pow'r (quoth he) is understood,More in the harme they doe us, than the good:And this hee say'd, because he scarce had drivenAlong that Coast, the length of Inches Seven,But downe his Izeland fell; some Authors sayA burly Oake, lay there disguis'd in's way;Others a Rush; and some report, his SteedDid stumble, at the splinter of a Reed;And some (far more authentick) say agin,'Twas at a haire, that drop'd from humane Chin:But though, the sage Historians are at strife,How to resolve this point; his Coursers lifeThey hold lost in the fall; whilst the discreetIeff'ry was forc'd, to wander on his Feet.Old wives, that saw the sorrowes of this Spy,Their wither'd Lips (thinner than Lids of Eye)Strait opened wide; and tickled with his wrongs,Did laugh, as if t'were •ech'ry to their Lungs;And Diego too, whose grave, and solemne Brow,Was ever knit, grew loud, and wanton now:

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