'Tis very strange; but we see by endeavour,
And honest labour—
Lop.
Milo, by continuance
Grew from a silly Calf (with your worships reverence)
To carry a Bull, from a penny, to a pound, Sir,
And from a pound, to many: 'tis the progress.
Bar.
Ye say true, but he lov'd to feed well also,
And that me-thinks—