'Tell mee where is Fancie bred
In ye Hearte or in ye Heade?'
Surely neither heade nor Hearte
Fancie's Gifts to Men imparte:
Rather, saith ye thinkinge Minde,
Fancie cometh from behinde.
Beeswax in ye studie chair
Breedeth Fancies rich and rare
Inspiration never came
Save in fashion strange and tame—
Baito for ye laggard Thought
Or your Worke shall come to naught
Manie Yeeres have taught you this
What ye Use of Beeswax is,
(And if I your Thoughts should guide
Itt were neere to parricide)—
Wherefore I your Son Prepare,
Not ye Beeswax but ye Chair.