Some men Beloved, as if th’ had lead i’ their breech,
Doe walk, and some (as snails) doe creep as fast:
Truly, my Brethren, these men doe not make haste.
But be ye quick, dear Sisters, be ye quick,
And lest ye fall take hope, hope’s like a stick.
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Not like an anchor.
To Babylon] Ah Babylon! that word’s a weighty one,
Truly ’twas a great City, and a mighty one.
Which as the learned Rider well records,
Babel battered.