And you that did your fortunes seek,
Step to his grave but once a week:
This earth, which bears his body's print,
You'll find has so much virtue in't,
That I durst pawn my ears 't will tell
Whate'er concerns you full as well,
In physic, stolen goods, or love,
As he himself could, when above.
[XXVIII.] A MEDITATION UPON A BROOM-STICK.
The remainder of the title is "According to the Style and Manner of the Honourable Robert Boyle's Meditations", and is intended as a satire on the style of that philosopher's lucubrations.