Stand off, stand off, a hundred thousand mile
Nor with your thumbs this monument defile.
Let sugar-candy Cowley sleep in's grotte
let not ye people wake him, let them not
nor steal away the surgeons gally pot.
Whilst on wing'd Pegasus thou [Phœbus' Son]
through air and earth and sea & all do ride
Whilst by Orinda's pipe thy praise is blown
And thou in fairy land art deified;
Whilst thou dost soar aloft leave coyrs behind