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On Sack.

O thou so much admir'd by ev'ry soule,
That lives 'twixt th' Artick & th' Antartick Pole;
Apollo's drink, drawn from the Thespian spring,
Whereof the silver Swans before they sing
Doe alwaies drink: though thy sweet simpring smiles
Some mortall creatures of their coine beguiles,
Yet from black Limbo's gate thou bring'st mans soule,
And makes his spirits knock the highest Pole.