To Sir Annual Tilter
XXIX. ? TO SIR ANNUAL TILTER. TILTER, the most may admire thee, though not I ; And thou, right guiltless, may'st plead to it, Why ? For thy late sharp device. I say 'tis fit All brains, at times of triumph, should run wit : For then our water-conduits do run wine ; But that's put in, thou'lt say. Why, so is thine. [AJ Notes:put in...thine, playing on two different definitions of "put in": first, "interjected", second, "stored away". ]