he Turrets of a Man of infinite Might; Of infinite Action; substance Infinite, Wee make accesse to; whose whole Being rebounds From Earth to Heauen; & nought but Blisse resounds. Giue entrie then, ye Dores; more riches yet Shall enter with me; All the Graces met In ioy of their fruition: perfect Peace Confirming All; All crown'd with such encrease, That euery emptie Vessell in your House May stand repleate, with all thing precious. Elaborate Ceres, may your Larders fill With all deare Delicates; and serue in still. May, for your Sonne, a Wife make wisht approch, Into your Towrs; and rapt in, in her Coch With strong-kneed Mules. May yet, her state proue staid With honord Huswiferies: Her faire hand laid To artfull Loomeworks; and her nak't feet treade The Gumme of Amber, to a Golden Beade. But I'le returne; Returne; and yet not presse Youre bounties now assaid, with oft Accesse; Once a yeere, onely; as the Swallow prates, Before the welthie Springs wide open Gates. Meane time I stand at yours: nor purpose stay More time t'entreate. Giue, or not giue; away My feet shall beare me; that did neuer come, With any thought, to make your House, my Home.