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,