'Tell mee where is Fancie bred In ye Hearte or in ye Heade?' Surely neither heade nor Hearte Fancie's Gifts to Men imparte: Rather, saith ye thinkinge Minde, Fancie cometh from behinde. Beeswax in ye studie chair Breedeth Fancies rich and rare Inspiration never came Save in fashion strange and tame— Baito for ye laggard Thought Or your Worke shall come to naught Manie Yeeres have taught you this What ye Use of Beeswax is, (And if I your Thoughts should guide Itt were neere to parricide)— Wherefore I your Son Prepare, Not ye Beeswax but ye Chair.
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