Alcides could not bear so much as I,
He oft was wet, but never dry.
Maecenas! do but taste of your own treat,
20And what you gave your poet, eat;
Then go to bed, and court your mistress there,
She'll never kiss you I dare swear.
III. 5 'Jounce', a word worth restoring, is the same as Shakespeare's 'jaunce' and as 'jaunt'. It seems to be still provincial, especially in East Anglia (Flatman had property there), and is equivalent to 'jolt', 'bob up and down', 'wamble in the innerds'.