Some take his measure by the rule, some by
The Jacobs-staff take his profundity,
And some his altitude; but some do swear
Young Tom’s not like the Old: But, Tom, ne’re fear
The critical geometricians line,
If thou as loud as e’re thou did ring’st nine.
Tom did no sooner peep from under-ground,
But straight Saint Maries tenor lost his sound.
O how this may-poles heart did swell
With full main sides of joy, when that crackt bell