Whether the Turkish new moon minded be br To fill his horns this year on Christian coast; br How Poles' right king means, with leave of host, br To warm with ill-made fire cold Muscovy; br br If French can yet three parts in one agree; br What now the Dutch in their full diets boast; br How Holland hearts, now so good towns be lost, br Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree; br br How Ulster likes of that same golden bit br Wherewith my father once made it half tame; br If in the Scotch court be no welt'ring yet: br br These questions busy wits to me do frame. br I, cumber'd with good manners, answer do, br But know not how, for still I think of you.