Good Wits may Iump.

A Good Wit brought unto a Stationer
A Manuscript, that so he might prefer
His volume to the Press; but e're that he
Could make a Bargain for his Poesie,
The Book-seller (whose aimes were for his profit)
Desires the Author he would read some of it;
The Writer reads some six or seven leaves,
Which having done, the Stationer conceives
That it was old, a strait begins to look
(As memory led him) in a printed book,
Lays it before our Author on the board,
And reads the Transcript to him word for word:
The Puet puzled at it, 'gins to pump
For an excuse, and cryes, Good Wits may Iump.