In vain from me the sailor flies,
The quickest ship I can surprise,
And turn it as I have a mind,
And move it against tide and wind,
Nay, bring me here the tallest man,
I'll squeeze him to a little span;
Or bring a tender child and pliant,
You'll see me stretch him to a giant;
Nor shall they in the least complain,
Because my magick gives no pain.
XVIII.
EVER eating, never cloying,
All devouring, all destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.
XIX.
THERE is a gate, we know full well,
That stands 'twixt Heavxn, and earth, and Hell.
Where many for a passage venture,
Yet very few are fond to enter:
Although 'tis open night and day,
They for that reason shun this way:
Both dukes and lords abhor its wood,
They can't come near it for their blood.
What other way they take to go,
Another time I'll let you know.
Yet commoners with greatest ease
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