One of the witty sort of gentlemen, That held society with learned Ben— Shew'd him some verses of such Tragique sense They did his curious eare much violence; But after Ben had been a kind partaker Of the sad lines, he needs must know the maker; What unjust man he was, that spent his time And banish'd reason to advance his rime: Nay gentle Ben, replies the gentleman I see I must support the Poet than; Although those humble straines are not so fit For to please you, hee's held a pretty wit; Is he held so? (saies Ben) so may a goose, Had I the holding, I would let him loose.
