Classic Poem

Of ones mistaking a Mute for a Consonant

A LOOSE acquaintance once of me desir'd
To passe my bond for satten for a sute;
But being loth to do what he requir'd
I of a consonant became a mute;
Which he tooke for consent, and satten got:
But seeing him mistake the mute so much
I silence brake, and told him I would not,
Vnlesse I kept the staffe that must keepe touch:
 Had I beene bound for one that was so loose
 I had beene gull'd and pull'd and made a goose.