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Here's your (nil ultra) else; in each of these 

 Is both a Pillar and an Hercules. 

 If you do not dread their looks, yet may you fear 

 The many strange fatalities they bear. 

 The Embleme of mortality the Yew 

 Does likewise now y e armed Agent shew ; 

 And if unwearie Mortals slight their guard 

 They doubly make the Garden a Church-yard. 

 In this coniunction mischief's never grant, 

 The Saturnine' s become a martial Plant : 

 ffar off, in heaven it selfe are those bad stars ; 

 What here at hand, when Saturn clubs with Mars ? 

 Th' Hyperian Dragon, were it not a fable, 

 Then these our Porters is lefs admirable. 

 Their blood is poyson ; pestilent their breath ; 

 And very shade the shadow is of death. 

 But since in England they can do no harm 

 Internall, they for outward mischief Arm ; 

 Desperate poyson in most fforeign ground 

 Instead of sicknefs here they mean to wound. 

 (As lately Rebels serv'd that blefsed Head, 

 When Poyson might not do, they struck him dead). 

 Who dares be safe ? no Turk is armed so, 

 When every member of them is a Bow. 

 Even Arms are Armed ; Bows charg'd with Mars or Bill, 

 So that at once with stroake & shot they kill. 

 And lop each limb you can not strike them dead ; 

 Each limb will multiply like Hidra's head. 

 Some vegetables do themselves protest 

 With prickles, stings, or stinks the game effect. 

 Our garden Genii, more generall, 

 Do not defend themselves alone, but all. 

 Old heroes hung their weapons, so as these, 

 ffor signal victories on signall Trees : 



19 But, sure of Conquest, these presumptuous Sophy es 



Do antidate : are Victors both and Trophyes. 

 If quibbling Cambridge, when they next Commense, 

 *' Shall say, here's Terra? fllii without sense, 

 *' And uery Block-heads " : know that these were meant 

 ffor Military not a learn' d intent. 

 Valour and wit at equall Honour fly, 

 Yet valour often, seldome wit dwels high. 

 As wisemen are Cowards ; so 'tis fit 

 That combatants haue neither fear nor wit. 

 Their Education tho they may not brand 

 Bred in the Gardens Garden of the Land. 

 Manners makes men, of men, means Wickham's Box 

 Our Yews declare they may be- made of Stocks, 

 By culture too : And Trunks afsume of late 

 The grand proprieties of Human state : 

 Couch' d in an Oake the Soveraignty ye knew 

 Soe here appropriate valour in the Yew ; 



