Haply Possessed, bid that Barker to be
To kneel, First Great Angel, on your Concern
That this ***** Remark puts his place in me
Though eminent are his Vices to burn
I only meant well. Yet if you refuse
And take Perception an Offender's Tongue
I will Understand. A Friend's own Review
Pores deeply into my own Healing's stung
Bid you well. That your Patient Silence take
Knowing which Words must limit by Degree
A Gentleman I should; Knead the Flour bake
For Wood-Scented Bread I eat, if you please.
He has a Good Shape, the Nosed Model still
For your Just Sake, my Embers I distill.