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Epig. 23. Fantastick Silius .

Silius' an Arras maker sendeth for,
To whom he thus declares his pleasure; Sir,
I would desire you in a piece of Cloath
(Was never stain'd or eaten by the Moath)
To work me a strong Castle, and in it
A Dog that barkes, yet on his tayle doth sit,
And at the Castle gate in Armor bright,
A big-bon'd man who dares with any fight;
The workman did so, and then brought it home,
Presenting it unto this gawdy Mome,

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Who in a chafe doth stampe, and sweare, and cry
Where is the Dog should in the Castle lie?
The workman answers, pardon Sir a sinner,
Belike those in the Castle are at dinner,
And (perhaps) in some corner all alone,
The Curre you misse is gnawing of a bone.