Quintus his wit[33] infused into his braine,
Mislikes[34] the place, and fled into his feet;
And there it wandered[35] up and downe the street,
Dabled in the dirt, and soakèd in the raine:
Doubtlesse his wit intends not to aspire,
Which leaues his head, to travell in the mire.
[Footnote 32: MS. "lynes." D.]
[Footnote 33: = Quintus's wit. G.]
[Footnote 34: Mislikt? G.]
[Footnote 35: Isham 'wanders.' G.]