The words are these, _Make haste and doe not tarry_, _But unto_ Babylon _thy dinner carry_, _There doth young_ Daniel _want in the Den_, _Thrown among Lyons by hard-hearted men_. Here my Beloved, and then he reaches down His hand, as if he’d catch the Clerk by th’ crown. Not to explain this pretious Text amisse _Daniel_’s the _subject_, _Hunger_ th’ _object_ is, Which proves that _Daniel_ was subject to hunger, But that I mayn’t detain you any longer, My brethren all prick up your ears, and put on Your senses all, while I the words unbutton. _Make haste_, I say, _make haste and doe not tarry_,] [Sidenote: _The Exposition._] Why? my Beloved, these words great force doe carry. Au! ’tis a waundrous emphaticall speech, Some men Beloved, as if th’ had lead i’ their breech, Doe walk, and some (as snails) doe creep as fast: Truly, my Brethren, these men doe not make haste. But be ye quick, dear Sisters, be ye quick, And lest ye fall take hope, hope’s like a stick. [Sidenote: 1 _Use._ Not like an anchor.] _To Babylon_] Ah _Babylon_! that word’s a weighty one, Truly ’twas a great City, and a mighty one. Which as the learned _Rider_ well records, [Sidenote: Babel battered.] _Semiramis_ did build with brick and bords. Wicked _Semiramis_, Oh how I stretch! My spirit is mightily provok’d against that wretch. Lustfull _Semiramis_, for well I wist Thou wert the mother of proud Antichrist. Nay, like to _Levi_ and _Simeon_ from antiquity, The Pope and thee were sisters in iniquity. Strumpet _Semiramis_, like her was _non_, For she built _Babylon_, Ah! she built _Babylon_.