Upon a time, and in a place, br With Pan Apollo playd, br Grave Midas sat to Judge ye case, br And Pan ye Victour made. br The Rustick to his Fauns withdrew; br Whilst on ye silver wing br Sweet Phœbus for Parnassus flew br To hear his Homer sing. br Yet ere he went to Midas said, br Ile fitt you for your Jears, br So took two leaves from off his head, br And stuck them in his ears. br Tis hence he thinks the bays his own, br And hence it comes to pass br That as we think his ears are grown br We sooner find the Ass.