Haply Possessed, bid that Barker to be
To kneel, First Great Angel, on your Concern
That this Boned 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.