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". ]

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