As I sail round the Ocean in this Chair:
’Tis true; but yet this Chair which here you see,
For all its quiet now and gravitie,
Has wandred, and has travail’d more
Than ever Beast, or Fish, or Bird, or ever Tree before.
In every Ayr, and every Sea ’t has been,
’T has compos’d all the Earth, and all the Heavens ’t has seen.
Let not the Pope’s it self with this compare,
This is the only Universal Chair.
It must have been written before 1661, as it appears among the “Choyce Poems, being Songs, Sonnets, &c.”, printed for Henry Brome, (who ten years afterwards published Westm. Droll.) at the Gun in Ivie Lane, in that year. It is in the additional opening sheet, p. 13; not found in the 1658 editions of Choyce Poems.