Against Hot-Brained-Cold-Witted Battus

B ATTUS his braine is burning to the pan
And yet his wit feeles no effect of fire:
Yet is he held a nimble-witted man,
Because his wit doth like a flame aspire:
Indeede, his wit a flame we well may call,
Which at the high'st, is hot'st: yet passing small.
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