Did Robert Wisdom write his singing psalms:
And so must I do this: and yet I think
It is a potion sent us down to drink
By special providence, keep us from fights,
Make us not laugh when we make legs to knights;
’Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our states,
A medicine to obey our magistrates.
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Methinks the little wit I had is lost
Since I saw you, for wit is like a rest