On Lord Cobham's Garden

It puzzles much the sages' brains,
Where Eden stood of yore;
Some place it in Arabia's plains,
Some say it is no more.

But Cobham can these tales confute.
As all the curious know;
For he hath prov'd, beyond dispute,
That Paradise is Stow.
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