Can now no longer track us by the hollow;
They curse the formost, wee the hindmost, both
Accusing with like passion, hast, and sloth.
At last, upon a little towne wee fall,
Where some call drinke, and some a candle call:
Unhappy wee, such stragglers as wee are
Admire a candle offner then a starre:
Wee care not for those glorious lampes a loofe,
Give us a tallow-light and a dry roofe.
And now wee have a guide wee cease to chafe,