HESPERIDES. THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK. I SING of brooks, of blossomes, birds, and bowers, I write of youth, of love, and have accesse I sing of dewes, of raines, and, piece by piece,. TO HIS MUSE. WHITHER, mad maiden, wilt thou roame? Since coats and hamlets best agree With this thy meaner minstralsie; There with the reed thou mayst expresse The shepherd's fleecie happinesse ; With breath more sweet than violet. There, there, perhaps, such lines as these May take the simple villages; But for the court, the country wit Is despicable unto it. Stay then at home, and doe not goe, Or flie abroad to seeke for woe; By no one tongue there censured; That man's unwise will search for ill, And may prevent it, sitting still. TO HIS BOOKE. WHILE thou didst keep thy candor undefil'd, ANOTHER. To read my booke, the virgin shie May blush, while Brutus standeth by: But when he's gone, read through what's writ, And never staine a cheeke for it. ANOTHER. WHO with thy leaves shall wipe, at need, The place where swelling piles do breed; TO THE SOURE READER. If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first; Thinke that of all that I have writ, the worst. But if thou read'st my booke unto the end, O perverse man! if all disgustfull be, The extreame scabbe take thee and thine for me. TO HIS BOOKE. COME thou not neere those men, who are like bread O're-leven'd; or like cheese o're-renetted. WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ. IN sober mornings, doe not thou reherse But when that men have both well drunke and fed, Let my enchantments then be sung or read. When the Rose raignes, and locks with ointments shine, UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY. DROOP, droop no more, or hang the head, 1 A javelin twind with ivy. 2 Songs to Bacchus. |