To them that understand themselves so well,
As what, and who lies here, to ask, I'll tell,
What I conceive Envy dare not deny,
Far both from falshood, and from flattery.
Here drawn to Land by Death, doth lie
A Vessel fitter for the Skie,
Than Jason's Argo, though in Greece
They say, it brought the Golden Fleece.
The skilful Pilot steered it so,
Hither and thither, too and fro.