And pray yee for his noddle,
For all the Faries evidence
Were lost, if that were addle.
A NON SEQUITUR.
(From “Wit Restored,” 8vo. 1658.)
Marke! how the lanterns clowd mine eyes,
See where a moon-drake ’gins to rise;
Saturne crawls much like an iron catt,
To see the naked moone in a slipshott hatt.