That should Truth seek, she’d scarce all corners find;
Platform of Sconces, that might Souldiers teach,
To fortifie by works as well as Preach.
I’le say no more; for as I am a sinner,
I’ve wrought my self a stomach to a dinner.
Inviting Poets not to tantalize,
But feast, (not surfeit) here their Fantasies.
James Parry.