Which makes th' Experiment condemn'd.
Others have thought to mend the Root,
By taking from the Tree its Fruit;
But in the Nutmegs lies the Breed,
And when they're gone we lose the Seed;
Tho' Virtuosi still have don't,
And always found it yield Accompt;
For Hey——gg——r then buys the Wood,
And of it makes us Whistles good,
Which yearly from Italia sent,