RECREATION FOR Ingenious Head-peeces OR A Pleasant Grove FOR THEIR WITS TO WALK IN. Of Epigrams 700. Of Epitaphs 200. Of Fancies a number Of Fantasticks abundance With their Addition Multiplication and Division Marr. Non cuique datur habere nasum LONDON Printed by M Simmons in Aldersgate-Street 1654. WITT' 's RECREATIONS refined Augmented with Ingenious CONCEITES for the wittie And Merrie Medicines for the Melancholie See the next Page Printed by M.S. sould by Edw Archer in Little Brittain 1654. Ad Lectorem THis little Book is like a furnishe Feast And hath a dish I hope to please each guest Here thou may'st find some good and solid fare If thou lov'st pleasant junketâ— here they are Perhaps shâ—rp sawces take thee most if so I have Cooke for thee some sharp sawces too But if thy squemish stomack can like none No body hinders thee thou may'st be gone The Stationer to the Reader IF new or old wit please the Reader best I 've hope each man of wit will be our Guest The new was fram'd to humour some mens tast Which if they like not they may carve the last Each dish hath sawce belongs to 't and you wilâ— By your dislike censure the Authors skill Yet if you cannot speake well of it spare To utter your dislike that the like snare May entrap oâ—hers so the Booke may be Sold though not lik'd by a neat fallacie That 's all I aske yet 't will your goodness raise If as I gaine your coyne he may your praise EPIGRAMS 1. To the Reader EXcuse mee Reader though I now and than In some light lines doe shew my selfe a man Nor be so sowre some wanton words to blame They are the language of an Epigramme 2. On Battus Battus doth brag he hath a world of Books His Studies maw holds more then well it may But seld ' or never he upon them looks And yet he looks upon them every day He looks upon their outside but within He never looks nor never will begin 3. On Prue Prues nose hangs down so low one would suppose When ere she gapes that Prue would eat her nose 4. To Gripe Gripe keeps his coyn well and his heaps are great For which he seems wise in his own conceit Be not deceiv'd Gripe for ought I can see Thy bags in this sense are as wise as thee 5. On Man and Woman When man and Woman dyes as Poets sung His heart 's the last that stirs of hers the tongue 6. On Womans will How dearly doth the honest husband buy His wives defect of will when she doth dy Better in death by will to let her give Then let her have her will while she doth live 7. Spangle the spruce Gal Spruce Spangle's like to a Cynamon Tree His outside is of much more worth then he 8. Chaerilus Eat Toste and Oyle eat supple herbs and loos For thou look'st wondrous costive Chaerilus 9. In Paulum By lawfull Mart and by unlawfull stealth Pâ—ulus from th' Ocean hath deriv'd much wealth But on the Land a little gulfe there is Wherein he drowneth all that wealth of his 10. Vestitus peritus Clitus goes oft time clad in Suits of Scarlet That els no colour had to play the Varlet 11. Of Poetus Poetus with fine Sonnets painted forth This and that foul Ladies beauties worth He shews small wit therein and for his pains By my consent he never shall reap gainâ— Why what needs Poets paint them O sweet Elves When Ladies paint their beauties best themselves 12. Of Shift the Sharker Shift swears he keeps none but good company For though th' are such as he did never see Worse then himselfe he 's sure they cannot be 13. On an Vpstart Pray wrong not late coyn'd give the man his right He 's made a Gentleman although no Knight For now 't is cloaths the Gentleman doth make Men from gay cloaths their pedegrees doe take But wot you what 's the arms to such mens house Why this hands chancing of a Rampant Louse 14. Volens Nolens Will with provisio wills you testifie Has made his will but hath no will to die 15. Ad Clodium Wit once thou said'st was worth thy weight in gold Though now't be common for a trifle sold It dearer seems to thee that get'st not any When thou shouldst use it for thy love or money 16. In Getam Geta from wooll and weaving first began Swelling and swelling to a Gentleman When he was Gentleman and bravely dight He left not swelling till he was a Knight At last forgetting what he was at first He sweld to be a Lord and then he burst 17. To Emson Emson thou once in Dutch wouldst court a wench But to thy cost she answered thee in French 18. In Fimum Fimus is Coach'd and for his farther grace Doth aâ—k his friends how he becomes the place Troth I should tel him the poor coach hath wrong And that a Cart would serve to carry dung 19. In Flaccum The false knave Flaccus once a bribe I gave The more fool I to bribe so false a knave But he gave back my bribe the more fool he That for my folly did not cousen me 20. Of Womens naked breasts In open shopâ— flyes often blow that flesh Which in close safeâ— might be kept longer fresh They but invite flesh-flyes whose full spread papâ— Like road wayes lie between their lips and laps 21. On Morcho Morcho for haste was married in the night What needed day his fair young wife is light 22. On a Bragadocio Don Lollus brags he comes from Noble blood Drawn down from Brutus line 't is very good If this praise-worthy be each Flea may then Boast of his blood more then som Gentlemen 23. Edens vomens Cacus that sups so duly at the Rose Casts up the reckning truly ere he goes 24. On a Pumpe stopt with stones M. I 'le cut it down I swear by this same hand If 't will not run it shall no longer stand R. Pray Sir be patient let your Pump alone How can it water make when 't hath the stone Yet did he wisely when he did it fell For in so doing he did make it well 25. Of Prittle-prattle Though th'danger be not great of all tame cattle Yet the most troublesome is Prittle-prattle 26. In Aulum Thou still art muttring Aulus in mine ear Love me and love my Dog I will I swear Thou ask'st but right and Aulus truth to tell I think thy Dog deserves my love as well 27. Ad Tilenum Tilens ' cause th' art old fly not the field Where youthfull Cupid doth his bâ—nner wield For why this god old men his Souldiers stil'd None loves but he who hath been twice a Child 28. To Vellius Thou swearst I bowl as well as most men doe The most are bunglers therein thou say'st true 29. Three Genders A wife although most wise and chast is of the Doubtfull Gender A Quean o th' Common Feminines are Women small and tender 30. Of Brawle Brawle
Two faire mindes in one combineing Foe to faithless vowes perfidious True love is a knott religious Dead to the sinnes that flameing rise Through beauties soule seduceing eyes Deafe to gold enchaunting witches Love for vertue not for riches Such is true loves boundles measure True love is a pretious pleasure Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos aut are videris Qui cunctos hos laude aut fero cunctis Thus Englished ling is bound to serve his Mris. hands An you bound to do your high coÌ„mands I 'm None 's you you all are then I 'll praise you other men A New years Gift That our loves may never alter Tye it fast with this strong Halter The Answer The Rope is old the Jest is new I 'll take the Jest the Rope take you A Gentleman to his Love Tell her I love and if she ask how well Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell Her Answer Say not you love unlesse you do For lying will not honour you His Reply Madam I love and love to doe And will not lye unless with you To his Mistresse A constant heart within a womans breast Is Ophir gold within an Ivory Chest. Her answer Of such a Treasure then thou art possest For thou hast such a heart in such a Ghest On Chloris walking in the Snow I saw fair Chloris walk alone When feather'd rain came softly down Then Iove descended from his Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton Snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For grief it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hem To deck her froze into a gem Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her Lovers hair Fairest Clarinda she whom truth calls faire Begg'd my heart of me and a lock of haire Should I give both said I how should I live The lock I would the heart I would not give For that left theeving love should steal away Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key As for the lock of hair which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse Taking her Sizars by a cunning art First pick'd the lock and then she stole my heart A ✚ begins love's criss cross row Love 's not wthout a cross or two A duble ✚ begins this knot Love wthout crosses meritts not This knot love are both alike Seeing first last are both to seek Reaching spreading round about All wayes turning in out Still increasing still renewing Crossing meeting still continuing Winding this way that way bending Wthout beginning without ending True love's stirring still in action Allways tending to perfection No cross can stop true loves intent But it goes on to what it ment And though it meet w th many a one True love makes a ✚ seeme non To those that never love but one Love of manys true loves bane And such shall be cross'd cross'd againe who lives to love must learne to know A ✚ begins loves criss cross-row A Loving Bargain Give me a kisse I 'll make that odde one even Then treble that which you have given Be sure I 'l answer you and if I misse Then take a thousand forfeits for a kisse And a thousand be too few than take more Kisse me with your kisses make me poore When I am begger'd some hope will remain You will for pity give me some again A Question Between two Suiters sat a Lady faire Upon her head a Garland she did wear And of the enamoured two the first alone A Garland wore like hers the second none From her own head she took the wreath she wore And on him plac'd it that had none before And then mark this their brows were both about Beset with Garlands and she sate without Beholding now these Rivalls on each side Of her thus plac'd and deck'd with equall pride She from the first mans head the wreath he had Took off and therewith her own brow she clad And then not this she and the second were With Garlands deck'd and the first man sate bare Now which did she love best of him to whom She gave the wreath or him she took it from The Answer In my conceit she would him soonest have From whom she took not him to whom she gave For to bestow many respects may move But to receive none can perswade but love Shee grac'd him much on whom the wreath shee plac'd But him whose wreath she wore she much more grac'd For where she gives she there a servant makes But makes her selfe a servant where she takes Then where she takes she honours most where She doth most honour she most love doth bear An incomparable kisse Give me a Kisse from those sweet lips of thine And make it double by enjoyning mine Another yet nay yet another And let the first Kisse be the seconds brother Give me a thousand kisses and yet more And then repeat those that have gone before Let us begin while day-light springs in heav'n And kisse till night descends into the Ev'n And when that modest Secretary Night Discolours all but thy heav'n-beaming bright We will begin Revels of hidden love In that sweet Orbe where silent pleasures move In high new strains unspeakable delight We 'll vent the dull houres of the silent night Were the brighâ— day no more to visit us O then for ever would I hold thee thus Naked inchain'd empty of idle feare As the first Lovers in the Garden were I 'll dye betwixt thy breasts that are so whiâ—â— For to dye there would doe a man delight Embrace me still for time runs on before And being dead we shall embrace no more Let us kisse faster then the hours doe flye Long live each kisse and never know to dye Yet if that fade and fly away too fast Impresse another and renew the last Let us vie kisses till our eye-lids cover And if I sleep count me an idle Lover Admit I sleep I 'll still pursue the Theam And eagerly I 'l kisse thee in a dream O give me way grant love to me thy friend Did hundred thousand suiâ—ers all contend For thy Virginity there 's none shall woe With heart so firm as mine none better do Then I with your sweet sweetnesse if you doubt Pierâ—â— with your eyes my heart or pluck it out To his Mistresse Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold Nor thine eyes Diamonds nor doe I hold Thy lips for Rubies nor thy cheeks to be Fresh Roses nor thy Dugs of Ivory The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Not â—lablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours these the earth brings forth Compar'd with thine they would impair thy worth Such then are other mistresses but mine Hath nothing earth but all divine The Answer If earth doth never change nor move There 's nought of earth sure in thy love Sith
On Iack Cut-purse Jack Cut-purse is and hath been patient long For hee 's content to pocket up much wrong 106. On Afer Afer hath sold his land and bought a Horse Whereon he pranceth to the royall Burse To be on hors-back he delights wilt know 'Cause then his Company he 'd higher show But happy chance tall Afer in his pride Mounts a Gunnelly and on foot doth ride 107. On Charismus Thou hast compos'd a Book which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage For how can future times or age invade That work which perished as soon as made 108. Facilis descensus averni The way to hell is easie th' other day A blind man thither quickly found the way 109. Age and Youth Admire not youth despise not age although Some yong are grave most old men children grow 110. On Orus Orus sold wine and then tobacco now He aqua-vitae doth his friends allow What e're he had was sold to save his life And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife 111. On Sneape Sneape has a face so brittle that it breaks Forth into blushes whensoere he speaks 112. On Acerra Tobacco hurts the brain Physitians say Doth dull the wit and memory decay Yet fear not thou Acerra for 't will ne're Hurt thee so much by use as by thy feare 113. Empta nostra Madam La Foy wears not those locks for nought Ask at the Shop else where the same she bought 114. On Briso Who private lives lives well no wonder then You doe absent you from the sight of men For out of doors you ne'r by day appear What is a Sergeant such a huge Bug-bear 115. A Foolish Querie How rich a man is all desire to know But none inquires if good he be or no. 116. On the King of Swedens Picture Who but the half of this neat Picture drew That it could ne're be fully done well knew 117. B. I. answer to a Thief bidding him stand Fly Villain hence or by thy coat of steel I 'le make thy heart my brazen bullet feel And send that thrice as theevish soule of thine To Hell to wear the Devils Valentine 118. Thiefs reply Art thou great Ben or the revived ghost Of famous Shakespeare or some drunken host Who being tipsie with thy muddy Beer Dost think thy Rimes shall daunt my soule with fear Nay know base Slave that I am one of those Can take a purse as well in verse as prose And when th' art dead write this upon thy Herse Here lyes a Poet that was rob'd in Verse 119. Nothing New Nothing is new we walk were others went Thâ—re's no vice now but has his president 120. On Cupid Cupid hath by his sly and subtill Art A certain Arrow shot and pierc'd my heart What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love There is but one way and that one I 'le prove I 'le steale his Arrows and will head them new With Womens hearts and then they 'l ne'r fly true 121 A Tobacconist All dainty meats I doe defie Which feed men fat as Swine He is a frugall man indeed That on a leaf can dine Hee needs no Napkin for his hands His fingers ends to wipe That keeps his Kitchin in a Box And Roast-meat in a Pipe 122. Feeble standing Mat being drunken much his anger wreaks On 's wife but stands to nothing that he speakâ— 123. Long and Lazie That was the Proverb Let my Mistriss be Lazie to others but belong to me 124. On the Tobaconist If mans flesh be like Swines as it is said The Metamorphosis is sooner made Then full fac'd Gnatho no Tobacco take Smoaking your Corps lest Bacon you do make 125. Another Tom I commend thee above all I know That sold'st thy cushion for a pipe of To For now 't is like if e're thou study more Thou'â—t sit to 't harder then thou didst before 126. On Button the Grave-maker Ye powers above and heavenly poles Are graves become but Button-holes 127. On long haire Lucas long hair down to his shoulders wears And why he dares not cut it for his ears 128. To a stale Lady Thy wrinkles are no more nor lesse Then beauty turn'd to sowernesse 129. A Crab is restorative The Crab of the wood Is sawce very good For the Crab of the foaming Sea But the wood of a Crab Is sawce for a drab That will not her husband obey 130. Alius altior Would you with Cajus offer now confer In such familiar sort as heretofore And not observe he 's grown an Officer That looks for adoration ten times more Tut what of pedegree or turpe domo T is not so now ye see nam ecce homo 131. Sorâ—e tua contentas If adverse fortune bring to passe And will that thou an Asse must be Then be an asse and live an asse For out of question wise is he That undergoes with humble mind The state that chance hath him assign'd 132. On a pretender to Prophecy Ninety two years the world as yet shall stand If it doe stand or fall at your command But say why plac'd you not the worlds end nyâ—r Lâ—st ere you dy'd you might be prov'd a lyer 133. Mart. lib. 8. Epigr. 69. Old Poets onely thou dost praise And none but dead ones magnifie Pardon Vocerta thee to please I am not yet in mind to die 134. On a Gamester For hundred-thousands Matho playes Olus what 's that to thee Not thou by means thereof I trow But Matho poor shall be 135. Parcus profusus Old doting Claudus that rich miser known Made drunk one night jumping but with Ioan Was forc't not onely to discharge the shot But keep the Bastard which the gull ne'r got 136. On Fr. Drake Sir Drake whom well the worlds end knew Which thou didst compasse round And whom both Poles of Heaven once saw Which North and South do bound The Stars above would make thee known If men here silent were The Sun himselfe cannot forget His fellow Traveller 137. B. I. approbation of a copy of Verses One of the witty sort of Gentlemen That held society with learned Ben Shew'd him some Verses of a tragick sense Which did his ear much curious violence But after Ben had been a kind partaker Of the sad lines he needs must know the maker What unjust man he was that spent his time And banish'd reason to advance his rime Nay gentle Ben replyes the Gentleman I see I must support the Poet than Although those humble strains are not so fit For to please you hee 's held a pretty wit Is he held so sayes Ben so may a Goos Had I the holding I would let him loos 138. Vt pluma persona Why wears Laurentius such a lofty feather Because he 's proud and foolish both together 139. Gaine and Gettings When others gain much by the present cast The Coblers getting time is at the last 140. Domina praedominatis Ill may Radulphus boast of rule or riches That lets his
to kisse his foot if he were bidden My foot said he nay that were too submisse You three foot higher well deserve to kisse 250. Non lubens loquitur Gluto at meals is never heard to talk For which the more his chaps and chin do walk When every one that sits about the bord Makes sport to ask what Gluto ne'r a word He forc'd to answer being very loath Iâ— almost choak'd speaking and eating both 251. On Philos. If Philos none but those are dead doe praise I would I might displease him all his dayes 252. The promise-breaker Ventus doth promise much but still doth break So all his promises are great and weak Like bubbles in the water round and light Swelling so great that they are broke out-right 253. Change What now we like anon we disapprove The new successor drives away old love 254. On a passing Bell. This dolefull musick of impartiall death Who danceth after danceth out of breath 255. Nummos demona jungit Bat bids you swell with envy till you burst So he be rich and may his coffers fill Bringing th' example of the Fox that 's curst And threatning folks who have least power to killâ— For why 't is known his trade can never fall That hath already got the Devill and all 256. Nil gratum ratione carens Paulus a Pamphlet doth in prose present Unto his Lord the fruits of idle time Who far more carelesse then therewith content Wisheth it were converted into rime Which done and brought him at another season Said now 't is rime before nor rime nor reason 257. Non cessat perdere lusor Ask Ficus how his luck at dicing goes Like to the tide quoth he it ebbes and flows Then I suppose his chance cannot be good For all men know 't is longer ebbe than flood 258. Womens policy To weep oft still to flatter sometime spin Are properties women excell men in 259. Volucrem sic decipit auceps Hidrus the Horse-courser that cunning mate Doth with the buyers thus equivocate Claps on his hand and prays he may not thrive If that his gelding be not under five ☞ 260. Perdat qui caveat emptor Nor lesse meant Promus when that vow he made Then to give o'r his cousening Tapsters trade Who check'd for short and frothy measure swore He never would from henceforth fill pot more 261. On Death How base hath sin made man to fear a thing Which men call Mors which yet hath lost all sting And is but a privation as we know Nay is no word if we exempt the O Then let good men the fear of it defie All is but O when they shall come to dye 262. To Mr. Ben Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes works Pray tell me Ben. where doth the mystery lurk What others call a play you call a work 263. Thus answer'd by a friend in Ben Iohnsons defence The Authors friend thus for the Author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plays 264. On Crambo a lowsie shifter By want of shift since Lice at first are bred And after by the same increast and fed Crambo I muse how you have Lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any 265. Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humorous lineâ— afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sink I cannot blame him though his broom do stink 266. In Aulum Aulus gives naught men say though much he crave Yet I can tell to whom the Pox he gave 267. On covetous persons Patrons are Latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a Wolfs head is And in his mouth a steeple 268. On a Dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dies 269. Non verbera sed verba Two Schollars late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yield The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But e'r they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends again by disputation 270. Love and Liberty â—ove he that will it bâ—st likes mee â—o have my neck from loves yoke free 271 To a neat reader â—hou say'st my verses are rude ragged ruffe â—ot like some others rimes smooth dainty stuffeâ— â—pigrams are like Satyrs rough without â—ike Chesnuts sweet take thou the kernell out 272. Of Letting â—n bed a young man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I 've let a thing to day By which I fear I am a loser much His wife replyes youths bargains still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring O wife quoth hee no loser am I now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Young men that old wives have may never sell Because old wives quoth hee let things so well 273. Sublata causa c. Why studies Silvester no more the lawes 'T is thought Duck-lane has tane away the cause 274. Sapiat qui dives oportet 'T is known how well I live sayes Romeo And whom I list I 'le love or will despise Indeed it 's reason good it should be so For they that wealthy are must needs be wise But this were ill if so it come to passe That for your wealth you must be beg'd an 〈◊〉 275. In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'â—ie with his Perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops Crow might break her Oyster there Fool he to think his hair could tarry fast When Boreas tears forrests with a blast 276. Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a Welshman that had suits in Law Journying to London chanc'd to steal a Cow For which pox on her luck as ne'r mon saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the Lawes with him did stand Hur have hur now quoth Ienkin in hur hand 277. Feminae Iudificantur viros Kind Katharine to her Husband kisâ— these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly doe I love thee If true quoth VVill the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne'r heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her owne sweete will 278. Ad Tusserum Tusser They tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the whâ—â—stone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 229. Praestat videri quam esse Clitus with clients is well customed That hath the Lawes but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill the case and thy advice agrees 280. Tunc â—ua res agitur A jealous Marchant that a Sailor meâ— Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at Sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the
Love if it be true you say You never ate brown bread Coritia 634. On Drammato Drammato makes new playes great store and yet 'T is plain Drammato has not too much wit He strives too to be pleasant and brings in Mimicks and fools to make the people grin I know not what the rest think but I say Drammato's the best fool in every play 635. Taming of a Shrew Wouldst tame thy wife first tame her tongue Who thus his wife comes o'r shall overcome 636. Liberty If he be well which hath what he can wish Why then doe men for stinging Serpents fish True liberty 'mongst vertues bears the bell He may live as he will which may live well 637. Drammato Of all Drammato's playes that ere I see Nothing could ever make me laugh but he 638. On Galba Galba she sayes she never tasted Man Galba will lye beleeve it now and than 639. To the Reader Such tenour I have kept here all along As none I hope can challenge me with wrong I injure not the least I give no blow To any person he that knows not how To scourge mans vice unlesse he tax his name Makes a base Libel of an Epigram 640. On Formidando Stout Formidando walks imperiously With tragick Bilbo girt upon his thigh His roping locks his buffe becomes him well And to say sooth he looks right terrible He swayes the Town before him and will slay Whatever man he be that dares gain-say But Formidando pawn'd his coat last night And Formidando's out of money quite Nor oaths will passe nor credit from henceforth For one poor penny or a penny-worth Starv'd Creditors begin to gape and how To quit himself he scarcely knows that now Stout Formidando who was wont to daunt Whole thousands trembles at a Pursivant 641. The German-Dutch Death 's not to be so Seneca doth think But Dutchmen say 't is death to cease to drink 642. Death What Death is dost thou ask of me Till dead I doe not know Come to me when thou hear'st I 'm dead Then what 't is I shall show 643. On Carp and Manilla Manilla would with Carp be maried Manilla's wise I trow But Carp by no means will Manilla wed Carp's the wiser of the two 644. On Carp These are my verses which Carp reads 't is known But when Carp makes them non-sense th' are his own 645. To Phaulos Thou art offended Phaulos as I hear Because I sometimes call thee whoremaster My nature 's blunt and so will ever be I call a spade a spade pray pardon me 646. To Coracine What Crispulus is that in a new gown All trim'd with loops and buttons up and down That leans there on his arm in private chat With thy young wife what Crispulus is that He 's Proctor of a Court thou say'st and does Some businesse of my wives thou brainlesse goose He does no businesse of thy wives not he He does thy businesse Coracine for thee 647. On Pru. Pru praises her complexion nay swears She dares compare with any of her years And very true it is that Prudence sayes I saw not better sold these many dayes 648. The Parret If lawful't be of things t' invent the name With pratling Parret prater is the same 649. To Maronilla My Maronilla I could easily spare Thy hands and arms thy shoulders and fraught haire I could well spare thy feet thy legs and thighs Thy tongue and teeth thy lips cheeks forehead eyes And not to reckon each part severall My Maronilla I could spare thee all 650. Study Some men grow mad by studying much to know But who grows mad by studying good to grow 651. To Lionell Lionell shows his honourable scars And labours to invite me to the wars But I will not by no means Lionell I doe not love to live ill and drink well 652. On Pumilio a Dwarfe Pumilio lying in despaire Of further life said take no care To make a Tomb for me good folks I will be buried in a Box. 653. Sharpe sauce Kisses and savours are sweet things But those have thornes and these have stings 654. On Drad-nought Drad-nought was for his many riots laid Ith'Counter lately now he 's wondrous staid 655. On Phaulos and Gellia Phaulos he visits Gellia she 's sick I am no Wizard yet I know their trick 656. To his Friend I will not be a Foe to any Nor be familiar with too many And twice I will not love my friend But whom I love I 'l love to th' end 657. Maried Folke Man love thy wife thy Husband wife obay Wives are our Heart we should be Head alway 658. On Pru and Galla. Why are Pru's teeth so white and Galla's black The reason is soon knowne Pru buyes new teeth as often as she lacks But Galla wears her owne 659. On Bombo When Bombo preaches and that 's thrice a year Nothing but wit sounds wisely in his ear His â—ustian phrases make a noise each strain And swelling rapture fills his mouth again He 's parcell-States-man parcell-Priest and so If you observe he 's parcel Poet to Bombo thy fetches and thy fangles may Become a stage perhaps but us'd this way Th' are base and impious let me prevail Talk till thy strong lines choak thee if they fail Commence at Tyburn in a cart sweet Poet And there a strong line will for certâ—in do it 660. On Lulls Lulls swears he is all heart but you 'l suppose By his Probassis that he is all nose 661. On Paeto Implore the Muses and their two top'd hill Still to supply fresh matter to thy quill Crave Phoebus aid call Homer with the throng Of all the Bardes Learn'd Manes to thy song I dare not Paeto be so bold as do it Nor seem so like what I am not a Poet. My page invokes no deities here love And indignation the best Muses prove 662. On the same My Paeto thinks he sings melodious And like a Swan alas he 's but a Goose. 663. On Plutus Plutus rich Plutus would have me bâ—stow Some New-years gift as other neighbours do Why I will send thee what thou want'st my friend Nothing thou want'st and nothing I will send 664. To Phocion Thou buy'st up all that thou canst light upon This is the way to sell all Phocion 665. To Lividus Doe not raile basely doe not swell with spight Doe not scoffe Lividus at what I write For ridden trust me I can hardly pace Nor bear thee gently like a patient Asse But trot amain and if thou chance to kick I shall wince too and gall thee to the quick Flinging full fast till I have thrown thee off Till I have shook thy snaffle from thy mouth And then in triumph Lividus look to 't I spurn thy pride and follies under foot 666. On his Verses He 's blind with love that likes them ev'ry one And he is blind with envy that likes none 667. Truth Truth is best found out by the time and eyes Falshood wins credit by
own true Manuscript It is enough to name him surely we Have got that Romans doting Lethargy And may our names forget if so we can Forget the name of Sweden renown'd man Thou hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten But Heaven did claim the tenth jealous that men Would Idolize thee but their Instrument Thus thy Meridian prov'd thy Occident Had longer dayes been granted by the Fates Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates Farewell thou Austrian scourge Thou modern wonder Strange rain hath followed Thy last clap of thunder A shower of tears And yet for ought we know The Horn that 's left May blow down Iericho 163. To Death Death art thou mad or having lost thine eyes Now throw'st thy dart at wild uncertainties Which hits those men who hadst thou eyes or sense Would challenge from thee mild obedience Their prudent looks gilt with Divinity Thy trembling hand would cast thy dart away And grant the wearied Bells a holy day And thou griev'd for thy former cruelty Wouldst to the world proclaim a Jubilee But thou art blind and deaf yet one or two At most me thinks had been enow To satisfie thy bloody Tyranny But thou wouldst fain rob poor mortality Of all true worth that men might be as base As thou art and the Devils of thy race Art thou Coward grown why didst not dart Thy spight at lusty youth whose valiant heart Would scorn thy fond Alarums and would slâ—ght Thy mighty malice and thy puny might This had bin fair enough but thou goest further That had been but man-slaughter this is murther To kill those rich-soul'd men who sweetly doe Whisper unto their willing souls to goe But knowledge of thy weaknesse makes thee wise Thou seek'st not triumphs now but sacrifice Thy malice fools thee too thou hop'st they 'd griev Because they should be forc'd behind to leave Their honour'd worth but fond fool they be Now crown'd and cloath'd with immortality Nor shalâ— thou kill their fames here we will raise A Monument to them shall out-last dayes Nor shall decay untill the Trumpets call The world to see thy long-wish'd Funerall Till then sleep blest soules freed from hopes and fears Whilst we do write your Epitaphs in tears FANCIES AND Fantasticks Time that all things doth inheritt Renders each desert his meritt Youth with youth is best combined Each one with his like is twined Bewty should have bewteous meaning Ever that hope easeth playning Doe so and to love be turning El's each ♡ it will be burning Learne to love leave denying Endles knotts let fates be tying Such a face so fine a feature Kindest fairest sweetest creature Never yet was found but loving O then let my plaints be moving I love not with vowes contesting Faith is faith without protesting Aenigma AS often as I please it changeth forme It is no Coward though it doe no harme 'T is never hurt nor ever doth it seed 'T is nothing worth yet nothing doth it need Swiftly it runs yet never maketh sound And once being lost again 't is never found 'T is a fit Servant for a Gentleman And a true pattern for a Serving-man 'T is born a Gyant lives a Dwarfe and nigh Unto its death a Gyant doth it dye Another on the six Cases No. Nanta was nominated for a W. Gen. For she that had been Genitive before Da. Notice hereof was to the Iustice given Acc. Who her accu'sd that she had loosly liven Voc. But she cry'd mercy and her fault up ript Abl. And so was ta'n away and soundly whipt Her Case was ill yet will the question be Being thus declin'd in what a Case was she If V 2 I as I 2 V am true V I must lye and Thoughts c Searching c Valued may B Love may B Truth never ties Too A foole yy If have part And V bb Y 'ave 1.2 many then I. C. And R not worth Write QQ I 'le not yours VV A Riddle A begger once exceeding poore A penny pray'd me give him And deeply vow'd ne'r to ask more And I ne'r more to give him Next day he begg'd again I gave Yet both of us our Oaths did save Another There was a man bespake a thing Which when the owner home did bring He that made it did refuse it He that bought it would not use it He that hath it doth not know Whether he hath it yea or no. Another One evening as cold as cold might be With Frost and Snow and pinching weather Companions about three times three Lay close all in a bed together Yet one after other they took heat And dy'd that night all in a sweat THIS is love and worth commending Still beginning never ending Like a wilie net insnaring In a round shuts up all squaring In and out whose everie angle More and more doth still intangle Keeps a measure still in moving And is never light but lovinge Twyning armes exchanging kisses Each partaking others blisses Laughing weepinge still togeather Blisse in one is myrth in either Never breaking ever bending This is love worth commending A doubtfull meaning The Faeminine kind is counted ill And is I swear The contrary No man can find That hurt they will But every where Doe show pity To no kind heart They will be curst To all true friends They will be trusty In no part They work the worst With tongue and mind But honesty They doe detest Inconstancy They doe embrace Honest intent They like least Lewd fantasie In every case Are penitent At no season Doing amisse To it truly Contrary To all reason Subject and meek To no body Malicious To friend or foe Or gentle sort They be never Doing amisse In weale and woe Of like report They be ever Be sure of this The Faeminine kind Shall have my heart Nothing at all False they will be In word and mind To suffer smart And ever shall Believe you me 2 A goe That doth That 's rul'd by 1. whose sayes no I 'le try ere trust ward left my Find slight regard The a whilst I 2 Lovers That gazed me There was nor nor loathsome That might disturb or break delight Nor nor in that same road And yet to me they seem'd affright Then favour them I told True love cannot be bold These may be read two or three wayes Your face Your tongue your wit so faire so smooth so sharp first drew then mov'd then knit mine eye mine eare my heart Mine eye Mine eare My heart thus drawn thus mov'd thus knit â—ffects hangs on yeelds to Your face Your tongue your wit These may be read backward or forward Joy Mirth Triumphs I doe defie Destroy me Death fain would I dye Forlorn am I love is exil'd Scorn smiles thereat hope is beguild Men banish'd blisse in woe must dwell Then Joy Mirth Triumphs all farewell TRUE love is a pretious pleasure Rich delight unvalu'd treasure Two firme Heartes in one ♡ meeting Grasping hand in hand ne'r fleeting Wreathlike like a maze entwineing
noon Obey her time who is the free Fair Sun that governs thee and me On a Fairing Let them whose hear◠distrusts a Mistresse faith Bribe it with gifts mine no suspition hath It were a sin of as much staine in me To think you false as so my selfe to be If to reward that thou hast exprest Thou dost expect a present 't is confest 'T were justice from another but I am So poor I have not left my self a name In substance not made thine by gift before He that bestowes his heart can give no more If thou wouldst have a fairing from me then Give me my self back I 'll give it thee agen Posies for Rings Wee are agreed In time to speed I trust in time Thou wilt be mine In thy breast My heart doth rest This and the giver Are thine for ever T is love alone Makes two but one Loves knot once tyde Who can divide Where hearts agree No strife can be God above Increase our love Though time doe slide Yet in true love abide Nought so sweet As when we greet Thy affection My perfection With a to Julia. Iulia I bring To thee this Ring Made for thy finger fit To shew by this That our love is Or sho'd be like to it Close though it be Thy joynt is free So when lov's yoke is on It must not gall Or fret at all With hard oppression But it must play Still either way And be too such a yoke As not too wide To over-slide Or be so strait to choak So we who beare This beam must reare Our selves to such a height As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light And as this round Is no where found To flaw or else to sever So let our love As endlesse prove And pure as Gold for ever True beauty May I finde a woman faire And her mind as clear as air If her beauty gone alone 'T is to me as if 't were none May I find a woman rich And not of too high a pitch If that pride should cause disdain Tell me Lover where 's thy gain May I find a woman wise And her falshood not disguise Hath she wit as she hath will Double arm'd she is to ill May I find a woman kind And not wavering like the wind How should I call that love mine When 't is his and his and thine May I find a woman true There is beauties fairest hue There is beauty love and wit Happy he can compasse it Choyce of a Mistresse Not that I wish my Mistris More or lesse than what she is Write I these lines for 't is too late Rules to prescribe unto my fate But yet a◠tender stomach◠call For some choyce mea◠that bears not all A queazie lover may impart What Mistresse 't is that please his heart First I would have her richly spred With natures blossomes white and red For flaming hearts will quickly dye That have not fewell from the eye 〈◊〉 this alone will never win Except some treasure lies within For where the spoile's not worth the stay Men raise their siege and goe away I 'd have her wise enough to know When and to whom a grace to show For she that doth at randome chuse She will as soon her choyce refuse And yet methinks I 'd have her mind To flowing courtesie inclin'd And tender hearted as a maid Yet pity onely when I pray'd And I would wish her true to be Mistake me not I mean to me She that loves me and loves one more Will love the Kingdome o'r and o'r And I could wish her full of wit Knew she how to huswife it But she whose wisdome makes her dare To try her wit will sell more ware Some other things delight will bring As if she dances play and sing So they be safe what though her parts Catch ten thousand forain hearts But let me see should she be proud A little pride should be allow'd Each amorous boy will sport and prate Too freely where he finds not state I care not much though she let down Sometime a chiding or a frown But if she wholly quench desire 'T is hard to kindle a new fire To smile to toy is not amisse Sometimes to interpose a kisse But not to cloy sweet things are good Pleasant for sawce but not for food Wishes to his supposed Mistresse Who e'r she be That is the onely she That shall command my heart and me Might you hear my wishes Bespeak her to my blisses And be call'd my absent kisses I wish her beauty That owes not all his duty To gawdy tire or some such folly A face that 's best By its own beauty drest And can alone command the rest Smiles that can warme The blood yet teach a charme That chastity shall take no harme Joyes that confesse Vertue her Mistresse And have no other head to dresse Dayes that in spight Of darknesse by the light Of a clear mind are day all Night Life that dares send A challenge to his end And when it 's come say Welcome friend Soft silken Howers Open Sunnes shady Bowers Bove all Nothing within that lowers I wish her store Of wealth may leave her poore Of wishes and I wish no more Now if time knowes That her whose radiant browes Weave them a Garlant of my vowes Her that dare bee What these lines wish to see I seek no further it is shee Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes And determine them to kisses Let her full glory My fancies fly before ye Be ye my fiction but her my story To a Lady Madam Should I not smother this ambitious fire Which actuates my verse it would aspire To blear your vertues in a glimm'ring line And your perfections in its measures twine But I have check'd my fancie Muse nor dare◠Dull Poetry attempt to scan the spheares Or in a cloudy rime invaile the light Or court the trembling Watchmen of the night Some vulgar vertue or a single blaze Might stand in Verse and would endure a gaze But when both Art and Nature shall agree To summe them all in one Epitome When the perfections of both sexes are Lock'd in one female store-house who shall dare In an audacious rapture to untwine Into loose numbers what Heaven doth enshrine In one rich breast Dazled invention say Canst thou embowell either India In one poor rime Or can thy torch-light fire Shew us the Sun or any Star that 's higher If thou wilt needs spend thy officious flame Doe it in admiration but disclaime Thy power to praise thy senders wishes bear And be the Herauld of the new-born year Wish that each rising Sun may see her more Happy then when he rose the morn before And may when e'r he gilds the envious West Leave her more blest then when he grac'd the feast Wish higher yet that her felicity May equalize her vertues Poetry Thou art too low canst thou not swell a strain May reach my thoughts good Madam
here And presently hee 'l quit our Hemisphere So still among Lovers time is too short or else too long Here will we spin Legends for them that have love Martyrs been Here on this plaine Wee 'l talke Narcissus to a flower again Come here and chose On which of these proud plate thou wouldst Here mayst thou shame The rusty Violets with the Crimson flame Of either cheek And Primroses white as thy fingers seek Nay thou mayst prove That mans most noble passion is to love A Check to her delay Come come away Or let me goe Must I here stay Because y' are slow And will continue so Troth Lady no. I scorne to be A slave to state And since I 'm free I will not wait Henceforth at such a rate For needy fate If you desire My spark sho'd glow The peeping fire You must blow Or I shall quickly grow To frost or snow The Lâ—re Farewell nay prethee turn again Rather then loose thee I le arraign My self before thee thou most faire shall be Thy self the Judge I le never grudge A law ordain'd by thee Pray doe but see how every Rose A sanguine visage doth disclose O see what Aromatick gusts they breath Come here we 'le sit And learn to knit Them up into a wreath With that wreath crowned shalt thou be Not grac't by it but it thee Then shall the fawning Zephirâ— wait to hear What thou shalt say And softly play While Newes to me they bear Come prethee come wee 'l now assay To piece the scantnesse of the day Wee 'l pluck the wheelâ— from th'charry of the Sun That he may give Us time to live Till that our Scene be done Wee 'l suffer viperous thoughts and cares To follow after silver haires Let 's not anticipate them long before When they begin To enter in Each minute they 'l grow more No no Marina see this brook How't would its posting course revoke Ere it shall in the Ocean mingled lie And what I pray May cause this stay But to attest our joy Far be 't from lust such wild fire ne're Shall dare to lurk or kindle here Diviner flames shall in our fancies roule Which not depresse To earthlinesse But elevate the soule Then shall a grandiz'd love confesse That soules can mingle substances That hearts can easily counter-changed be Or at the least Can alter breasts When breasts themselves agree To Iulia. 'T is Ev'ning my sweet And dark let us meet Long time w'have here been a toying And never as yet That season co'd get Wherein t' have had an enjoying For pitty or shame Then let not loves flame Be ever and ever a spending Since now to the Port The path is but short And yet our way has no ending Time flyes away fast Our howers doe wast The while we never remember How soon our life here Grows old with the yeere That dyes with the next December Of Beauty What doe I hate what 's Beauty lasse How doth it passe As flowers assoon as smelled at Evaporate Even so this shadow ere our eyes Can view it flies What 's colour 'las the sullen Night Can it affright A Rose can more Vermilion speak Then any cheek A richer white on Lillies stands Then any hands Then what 's the worth when any flower Is worth far more How constant's that which needs must dye When day doth flye Glow-worms can lend some petty light To gloomy night And what 's proportion we discry That in a fly And what 's a lip 't is in the test Red clay at best And what 's an Eye an Eglets are More strong by farre Who can that specious nothing heed Which flies exceed Who would his frequent kisses lay On painted clay Wh'would not if eyes affection move Young Egleâ—s love Is beauty thus then who would lye Love-sick and dye And 's wretched selfe annihilate For knows not what And with such sweat and care invade A very shade Even he that knows not to possesse True happinesse But has some strong desires to try What 's misery And longs for tears oh he will prove One fit for love Farewell to Love Well-shadow'd Landship fare-ye-well How I have lov'd you none can tell At least so well As he that now hates more Then e're he lov'd before But my dear nothings take your leave No longer must you me deceive Since I perceive All the deceit and know Whence the mistake did grow As he whose quicker eye doth trace A false star shot to a Market place Do's run apace And thinking it to catch A Gelly up do's snatch So our dull souls tasting delight Far off by sence and appetite Think that is right And reall good when yet 'T is but the counterfeit Oh! how I glory now that I Have made this new discovery Each wanton eye Enflam'd before no more Will I increase that score If I gaze now 't is but to see What manner of deaths-head 't will be When it is free From that fresh upper-skin The gazers joy and sin A quick Coarse me-thinks I spy In ev'ry woman and mine eye At passing by Check and is troubled just As if it rose from Dust. They mortifie not heighen me These of my sins the Glasses be And here I see How I have lov'd before And so I love no more To a proud Lady Is it birth puffs up thy mind Women best born are best inclin'd Is it thy breeding No I ly'de Women well bred are foes to pride Is it thy beauty foolish thing Lay by thy cloths there 's no such thing Is it thy vertue that 's deny'd Vertue 's an opposite to pride Nay then walk on I 'll say no more Who made thee proud can make thee poore The Devill onely hath the skill To draw fair fools to this foule ill On Women Find me an end out in a Ring Turn a stream backwards to its spring Recover minutes past and gone Undoe what is already done Make Heaven stand still make mountaines fly And teach a woman constancy An Apologetique Song Men if you love us play no more The fools or Tyrants with your friends To make us still sing o're and o're Our own false praises for your ends We have both wits and fancies too And if we must let 's sing of you Nor doe we doubt but that we can If we would search with care and pain Find some one good in some one man So going thorough all your strain Wee shall at last of parcells make One good enough for a Song sake And as a cunning Painter takeâ— In any curious piece you see More pleasure while the thing he makes Then when 't is made why so will we And having pleas'd our art wee 'll try To make a new and hang that by Canto Like to a Ring without a Finger Or a Bell without a Ringer Like a Horse was never ridden Or a Feast and no Guest bidden Like a Well without a Bucket Or a Rose if no man pluck it Just such as these
chin whose motion causeth this That both her lips doe part doe meet doe 〈◊〉 Her ears which like two Labyrinths are plaâ—â—d On either side with which rare Jewels grac'd Moving a quâ—stâ—on whether that by them The Jem is grac'd or they grac'd by the Jem But the foundation of the Architect Is the Swan-staining faire rare stately â—eck Which with ambitious humblenesse stands under Bearing aloft this rich round world of wonder Her breast a place for beauties throne most fit Bears up two Globes where love and pleasure sit Which headed with two rich round Rubies show Like wanton Rose-buds growing out of Snow And in the milky valley that 's between Sits Cupid kissing of his mother Queen Then comes the belly seated next below Like a faire mountain in Riphean snow Where Nature in a whitenesse without spot Hath in the middle tide a Gordian knot Now love invites me to survey her thighes Swelling in likenesse like two Crystall 〈◊〉 Which to the knees by nature fastned on Derive their eâ—er well 'greed motion Her legs with two clear Calves like silver try'd Kindly swell up with little pretty pride Leaving a distance for the comely small To beautifie the leg and foot withall Then lowly yet most lovely stand the feet Round short and cleer like pounded Spices sweet And whatsoever thing they tread upon They make it sent like bruised Cynamon The lovely shoulders now allure the eye To see two Tablets of pure Ivory From which two arms like branches seem to spread With tender vein'd and silver coloured With little hands and fingers long and small To grace a Lute a Viall Virginall In length each finger doth his next excell Each richly headed with a pearly shell Thus every part in contrariety Meet in the whole and make an harmony As divers strings doe singly disagree But form'd by number make sweet melodie Her supposed servant described I would have him if I could Noble or of greater Blood Titles I confesse doe take me And a woman God did make me French to booâ— at least in fashion And his manners of that Nation Young I 'd have him to and faire Yet a man with crisped haire Cast in a thousand snares and rings For loves fingers and his wings Chestnut colour or more slack Gold upon a ground of black Venus and Minerva's eyes For he must look wanton-wise Eye-brows bent like Cupids bow Front an ample field of snow Even nose and cheek withall Smooth as is the Biliard Ball Chin as wholly as the Peach And his lip should kissing teach Till he cherish'd too much beard And make love or me afeard He should have a hand as soft As the Downe and shew it oft Skin as smooth as any rush And so thin to see a blush Rising through it e're it came All his blood should be a flame Quickly fir'd as in beginners In Loves School and yet no sinners 'T were too long to speak of all What we harmony doe call In a body should be there Well he should his cloaths to wear Yet no Taylor help to make him Drest you still for man should take him And not think h 'had eat a stake Or were set up in a brake Valiant he should be as fire Shewing danger more then ire Bounteous as the clouds to earth And as honest as his birth All his actions to be such As to doe nothing too much Nor o're-praise nor yet condemne Nor out-valew nor contemne Nor doe wrongs nor wrongs receive Nor tye knots nor knots unweave And from basenesse to be free As he durst love truth and me Such a man with every part I could give my very heart But of one if short he came I can rest me where I am Another Ladies exception For his minde I doe not care That 's a toy that I could spare Let his Title be but great His clothes rich and band sit neat Himself young and face be good All I wish 't is understood What you please you parts may call 'T is one good part I 'd lie withall Abroad with the Maids Come sit we under yonder Tree Where merry as the Maids we 'l be And as on Primroses we sit We 'l venture if we can â—t wit If not at Draw-gloves we will play So spend some Minutes of the day Or else spin out the thred of sands Playing at Questions and Commands Or tell what strange tricks love can do By quickly making one of two Thus we will sit and talk but tell No cruell truths of Philomell Or Phillis whom hard Fate forc't on To kill her selfe for Demophon But Fables we 'l relate how Iove Put on all shapes to get a Love As now a Satyr then a Swan A Bull but then and now a Man Next we will act how young men woe And sigh and kisse as Lovers doe And talk of Brides and who shall make That wedding smock this Bridal-Cake That dresse this sprig that leafe this vine That smooth and silken Columbine This done we 'l draw lots who shall buy And guild the Bayes and Rosemary What Posies for our wedding Rings What Gloves we 'l give and Ribonings And smiling at our selves decree Who then the joyning Priest shall be What short sweet Prayers shall be said And how the Posset shall be made With Cream of Lillies not of Kine And Maidens-blush for spiced wine Thus having talkt we 'l next commend A kisse to each and so we 'l end The Shepheards Holy-day Mopso and Marina Mop. Come Marina let 's away For both Bride and Bridegroom stay Fie for shame are Swains so long Pinning of their Head-gear on Prethee see None but we 'Mongst the Swaines are left unready Fie make haft Bride is past Follow me and I will lead thee Mar. On my loving Mopsus on I am ready all is done From my head unto my foot I am fitted each way too 't Buskins gay Gowne of gray Best that all our Flocks doe render Hat of Straw Platted through Cherry lip and middle slender Mop. And I think you will not find Mopsus any whit behind For he loves as well to goe As most part of Shepheards doe Cap of browne Bottle-crowne With the legge I won at dancing And a pumpe Fit to jumpe When we Shepheards fall a prancing And I know there is a sort Will be well provided for For I hear there will be there Liveliest Swaines within the shierâ— Jetting Gill Jumping Will O'r the floore will have their measure Kit and Kate There will waite Tib and Tom will take their pleasure Mar. But I feare Mop. What dost thou feare Mar. Crowd the Fidler is not there And my mind delighted iâ— With no stroke so much as hiâ— Mop. If not he There will be Drone the Piper that will trounâ—e it Mar. But iâ— Crowd Struck alowd Lord me-thinks how I could bounce it Mop. Bounce it Mall I hope thou will For I know that thou hast skill And I am sure thou there shalt find Measures store to please thy mind Roundelayes
taulâ— man as ever swagger With Welse Club and long Dagger But all this while was never think A word in praise of our Welse drink Yet for aull that is a Cup of Bragat Aull England Seer may cast his Cap at And what you say to Ale of Webley Toudge him as well you 'll praise him trebly As well as Metheglin or Syder or Meath S'all sake it your dagger quite out o' the seath And Oat-Cake of Guarthenion With a goodly Leek or Onion To give as sweet a rellis As e'r did Harper Ellis And yet is nothing now all this 〈◊〉 of our Musicks we doe misse Both Harps and Pipes too and the Crowd Must aull come in and tauk aloud As lowd as Bangâ—â— Davies Bell Of which is no doubt you have here tell As well as our lowder Wrexam Organ And rumbling Rocks in the Seer of Glamorgan Where look but in the ground there And you sall see a sound there That put her all to gedder Is sweet as measure pedder Hur in Love A modest Shentle when hur see The great laugh hur made on mee And fine wink that hur send To hur come to see hur friend Her could not strose py Got apove Put was entangle in hur love A hundred a time hur was about To speak to hur and lave hur out Put hur being a Welshman porne And therefore was think hur woud hur scorne Was fear hur think nothing petter Then cram hur love into a Letter Hoping he will no ceptions take Unto her love for Country sake For say hur be Welshman whad ten Py Got they all be Shentlemen Was decend from Shoves nown line Par humane and par divine And from Venus that faire Goddess And twenty other Shentle poddyâ— Hector stout and comely Parris Arthur Prute and King of Fayris Was hur nown Cosins all a kin We have the Powells issue in And for ought that hur con see As goot men as other men pee But whot of that Love is a knave Was make hur doe whot he woud have Was compell hur write the Rime That ne'r was writ before the time And if he will nod pity hur paine As Got shudge hur soule sall ne'r write againe For love is like an Ague-fit Was brin poor Welseman out on hur wit Till by hur onswer hur doe know Whother hur do love hur ai or no. Hur has not bin in England lung And conna speak the Englis tongue Put hur is hur friend and so hur will prove Pray a send hur word if hur con love Of Melancholy When I goe musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-knowne When I build Castles in the aire Vold of sorrow and void of feare Pleasing my selfe with phantasmes sweet Me thinks the time runs very fleet All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as melancholy When I lye waking all alone Recounting what I have ill done My thoughts on me then tyrannise Fear and sorrow me surprise Whether I tarry still or goe Me thinks the time moves very sloe All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so sad as melancholy When to my selfe I act and smile With pleasing thoughts the time beguile By a brook side or wood so green Unheard unsought for or unseen A thousand pleasures doe me bless And crown my soul with happinesse All my joyes besides are folly None so sweet as melancholy When I lye sit or walk alone I sigh I grieve making great moan In a dark grove or irksome den With discontents and Furies then A thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce All my griefs to this are jolly None so soure as melancholy Me thinks I hear me thinks I see Sweet Musick wondrous melody Towns places and Cities fine Here now then there the world is mine Rare Beauties gallant Ladies shine What e're is lovely or divine All other joyes to this are folly None so sweet as melancholy Me thinks I hear me thinks I see Ghosts goblins feinds my phantasie Presents a thousand ugly shapes Headlesse bears black-men and apes Dolefull outcries and fearfull sights My sad and dismall soule affrights All my griefs to this are jolly None so damn'd as melancholy Me thinks I court me thinks I kisse Me thinks I now embrace my Mistrisse O blessed dayes O sweet content In Paradise my time is spent Such thoughts may still my fancy move So may I ever be in love All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as Melancholy When I recount loves many frights My sighes and tears my waking nights My jealous fits O mine hard fate I now repent but 't is too late No torment is so bad as love So bitter to my soule can prove All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so harsh as Melancholy Friends and Companions get you gone 'T is my desire to be alone Ne're well but when my thoughts and I Doe domineer in privacy No Jem no treasure like to this 'T is my delight my Crowne my blisse All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as Melancholy 'T is my sole plague to be alone I am a beast a monster growne I will no light nor company I find it now my misery The scene is turn'd my joyes are gone Fear discontent and sorrowes come All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so fierce as Melancholy I le not change life with any King I ravisht am can the world bring More joy then still to laugh and smile In pleasant toyes time to beguile Doe not O doe not trouble me So sweet content I feele and see All my joyes to this are folly None so divine as Melancholy I le change my state with any wretch Thou canst from gaole or dunghill fetch My pain 's past cure another Hell I may not in this torment dwell Now desperate I hate my life Lend me an halter or a knife All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so damn'd as Melancholy On the Letter O. Run round my lines whilst I as roundly show The birth the worth the extent of my round O That O which in the indigested Masse Did frame it selfe when nothing framed was But when the worlds great masse it selfe did show 〈◊〉 largenesse fairnesse roundnesse a great O. The Heavens the Element a box of O's Where still the greater doth the lesse inclose The imaginary center in O's made That speck which in the world doth stand or fade The Zodiack Colours and Equator line In Tropique and Meridian O did shine The lines of bredth and lines of longitude Climate from Climate doth by O seclude And in the starry spangled sky the O Makes us the day from night distinctly know And by his motion round as in a ring Light to himselfe light to each O doth bring In each dayes journey in his circle round The framing of an O by sense is found The Moon hath to the O's frame most affection But the Suns envy grudgeth such perfection Yet Dian hath each moneth and every year