An open house-keeper all the yeare,
Which no body, &c.
The Phœnix in her perfumed flame,
Was so consum’d, and thou the same,
But the Aromaticks were to blame,
Which no body, &c.
That Phœnix is but one thing twice,
Thy Patron nobler then may rise,
For who can tell what he’l devise?
Which no body, &c.