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An ADITION to the Lines of Hollow my Fancie;

Writen by him the last Year he was at the Colledge, not then fully 18 Years of Age.

In conceit like Phaeton
I'll mount Phœbus Chair;
Having ne're a Hat on,
All my Hair's a burning,
In my journeying,
Hurrying through the Air,
Fain would I hear his fiery Horses neighing,
And see how they on foamy Bitts are playing,
All the Stars and Planets I will be surveying,
Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
O from what ground of Nature,
Doth the Pelican,
That self devouring creature,
Prove so froward,
And untoward,
Her Vitals for to restrain!
And why the subtile Fox, while in deaths wounds is lying,
Doth not lament his pangs, by howling and by crying,
And why the milk white Swan doth sing when she's a dying

Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
Fain would I conclude this,
at least make an Essay,
What similitude is,
Why Fowls of a feather,
Do flock, and fly together,
and Lambs know Beasts of prey;
How Natutes Alebymists, these small laborious creatures
Acknowledge still a Prince in ordering their matters
And suffers none to live, who slothing lose their Features
Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
I'm rapt with admiration,
when I do ruminate,
Men of one Occupation,
How each one calls him brother,
Yet each invieth other
and yet still intimate;
Yea I admire to see, some Natives farther sundred
Then Antipodes to us, is it not to be wondred
In Myriads ye'll find of one mind scarce an hundred
What multitude of Notions,
doth perturb my Pate,
Considering the motions,
How Heavens they are preserved,
And this World served,
in Moisture, Light, and Heat:
If one Spirit sits the outmost Circle turning,
Or if one turns another, continuing in journeying,
If Rapids circles motion, be that which they call burning;
Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
Fain also would I prove this,
by considering,
What that which you call Love is,
Whither it be a Folly,
Or a Melancholy,
ot some Heroick thing:
Fain would I have it proved, by one whom Love hath wounded,
And fully upon one, their desire hath founded,
That nothing else could please them, tho the World were rounded,
Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
To know this Worlds Center,
Height, Depth, Breadth, and Length,
Fain would I adventure,
To search the hid Attractions,
Of Magnetick actions,
and Adamantick strength:
Fain would I know if in some losty Mountain;
Where the Moon sojourns, if there be Trees or Fountain,
If there be Beasts of prey, or yet fields to hunt in,
Hollow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go?
Fain would I have it tried,
by Experiments,
By none can be denied,
If in this bulk of Nature,
There be voids less or greater,
or all remains compleat:
Fain would I know if Beasts have any Reason,
If Falcons killing Eagles, do commit a Treason
If fear of Winters want, makes Swallows fly the Season;
Hollow, &c.
Hollow my Fancie, hollow,
stay thou at home with me,
I can thee no longer follow,
Thou hast betray'd me.
And bewray'd me,
it is too much for thee:
Stay, stay at home with me, leave off thy lofty soaring
Stay thou at home with me, and on thy Bocks be poring
For he that goes Abroad, layes little up in storing
Thou's welcome home my Fancie, welcome home to me