Loe! what is this which Ime to sett before ye?It is, I ween, a very pleasant Story,How two young Pilgrimes who the World would see,Did Wheele themselves all over Italy.One meant to write on't, whence it may be saidThat for the Nonce hers was the Wheelwright's trade;Which is a clever Crafte, for yee have heardWhat flits about as a familiar WordWhich in a Workshopp often meets the Eare,"Bad Wheelwright maketh a good Carpentere,"If of a bad one such a Saying's true,Oh what, I pray, may not a good one do?For by Experience I do declare'Tis easier to make Books than build a Chaire.Experto crede—I have tried them Both,And sweare a Book is e