_Ad infantes martyres._ Matt. ii. 16.
Fundite ridentes animas, effundite coelo;
Discet ibi vestra, o quam bene! lingua loqui.
Nec vos lac vestrum et maternos quaerite fontes:
Quae vos expectat lactea tota via est.
_To the infant martyrs._
Go, smiling soules, your new-built cages breake,
In Heav'n you'l learne to sing ere here to speake:
Nor let the milky fonts that bath your thirst
Bee your delay;
The place that calls you hence is, at the worst,
Milke all the way. CR.