2750Yet first to th' abbey I'll dispatch a post,
To make inquiry where my monk doth host.'
The merchant is not with desires so big,
When as he ploughs the sea for Indian mines;
With slower steps the sons of Bacchus trig
To sack-shops for the French and Spanish wines;
Than she to Tagus bids her servant go
To Croftfull Abbey where her wishes grow.
Gone is the messenger: but small success
Waits on his travels, for he back returns