OLD Parson Beanes hunts six dayes of the week,
And on the seaventh he has his notes to seek ;
Six dayes he hollows so much breath away,
That on the seaventh he can nor preach or pray.
IN holy meetings, there a man may be
One of the Crowd, not of the Companie.
SHORT AND LONG BOTH LIKES.
THIS lady's short, that mistresse she is tall; But long or short, I'm well content with all.
THAT Princes may possesse a surer seat, 'Tis fit they make no one with them too great.
Rook, he sells feathers, yet he still doth crie,
Fie on this pride, this female vanitie.
Thus, though the Rook do's raile against the sin,
He loves the gain that vanity brings in.
UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST.
HAVE ye beheld, with much delight,
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherrie, double grac't,
Within a lillie, center plac't?
Or ever mark't the pretty beam,
A strawberry shewes halfe drown'd in creame?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearle, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neate Niplet of her breast.
TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOONE.
SHUT not so soon; the dull-ey'd night
Ha's not as yet begunne
To make a seisure on the light,
Or to seale up the sun.
No marigolds yet closed are,
No shadowes great appeare;
Nor doth the early shepheards starre
Shine like a spangle here.
Stay but till my Julia close
Her life-begetting eye;
And let the whole world then dispose
It selfe to live or dye.
TO THE LITTLE SPINNERS.
YE pretty Huswives, wo'd ye know
The work that I wo'd put ye to?
This, this it sho'd be, for to spin
A lawn for me, so fine and thin,
As it might serve me for my skin.
For cruell love ha's me so whipt,
That of my skin I all am stript,
And shall dispaire that any art
Can ease the rawnesse or the smart,
Unlesse you skin again each part.
Which mercy, if you will but do,
I call all maids to witnesse to
What here I promise, that no broom
Shall now, or ever after come,
To wrong a Spinner, or her loome.
OBERON'S PALACE.
AFTER the feast, my Shapcot, see
The Fairie court I give to thee;
Where we'le present our Oberon led
Halfe tipsie to the Fairie bed,
Where Mab he finds, who there doth lie
Not without mickle majesty.
Which done, and thence remov'd the light, We'l wish both them and thee good night.
Full as a bee with thyme, and red
As cherry harvest, now high fed
For lust and action; on he'l go
To lye with Mab, though all say no.
Lust ha's no eares; he's sharpe as thorn,
And fretfull, carries hay in's horne,
And lightning in his eyes; and flings
Among the elves, if mov'd, the stings
Of peltish wasps; we'l know his guard;
Kings, though th'are hated, will be fear'd.
Wine lead him on. Thus to a grove,
Sometimes devoted unto love,
Tinseld with twilight, he and they
Lead by the shine of snails, a way
Beat with their numerous feet, which by
Many a neat perplexity,
Many a turn, and man' a crosse
Track, they redeem a bank of mosse
Spungie and swelling, and farre more
Soft then the finest Lemster ore;
Mildly disparkling, like those fiers
Which break from the injeweld tyres
Of curious brides; or like those mites
Of candi'd dew in moony nights.
Upon this convex, all the flowers
Nature begets by th' sun and showers,
Are to a wilde digestion brought,
As if Love's sampler here was wrought;
Or Citherea's ceston, which
All with temptation doth bewitch.
Sweet aires move here, and more divine
Made by the breath of great ey'd kine,
Who, as they lowe, empearl with milk
The foure-leav'd grasse, or mosse-like silk.
The breath of munkies, met to mix
With musk-flies, are th' aromaticks
Which cense this arch; and here and there,
And farther off, and every where
Throughout that brave Mosaick yard,
Those picks or diamonds in the card;
With peeps of harts, of club and spade,
Are here most neatly inter-laid.
Many a counter, many a die,
Half rotten, and without an eye,
Lies here abouts; and for to pave
The excellency of this cave,
Squirrils and childrens teeth late shed,
Are neatly here enchequered,
With brownest toadstones, and the
That shines upon the blewer plum.
The nails faln off by whit-flawes: Art's
Wise hand enchasing here those warts,
Which we to others (from our selves)
Sell, and brought hither by the elves.
The tempting mole, stoln from the neck
Of the shie virgin, seems to deck
The holy entrance; where within,
The roome is hung with the blew skin
Of shifted snake; enfreez'd throughout
With eyes of peacocks trains, and trout-
Flies curious wings; and these among
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