D’avenant from Avon comes,
Rivers are still the Muses Rooms.
Dort, knows our name, no more Durt on’t;
An’t be but for that D’avenant.
2.
And when such people are restor’d
(A thing belov’d by none that whor’d)
My noches then may not appeare,
The gift of healing will be near.
Meane while Ile seeke some Panax (salve of clowns)