4 The Bristol men "down along," sleep, they say, in this way
and hence is it rare for Jew or Gentile, Turk or infidel, to
get the blind side of them. Some of them, however, have ere
now been done brown, and that too by being too fanciful and
neat in their likings. These tales of the sleepers of an
eye are too good to be lost; they shall be bound up in the
volume of my brain, hereafter to be perused with advantage.
At present,
"I hear a voice thou canst not hear;
I see a hand thou canst not see;
It calls to me from yonder sphere,
It points to where my brethren be."
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When that time comes, and come it must,
For what we say is not pie-crust,
To yield to every trifling thrust,
England shall see some fun.
Like "eagles in a dove-cote," we
Both rooks and pigeons will make flee,
Whilst every cashless company
Shall, laugh'd at, "cut and run."
Thus telling painted folly's sect,
What they're to look to, what expect,
My farewell words I now direct
To thee, migrating Spy;
That done, deliver'd all commands,
I man a cloud-ship with brave hands,
And sail to (quitting mortal lands),
My parlour in the sky.
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