« VorigeDoorgaan »
Who dost so fitly with the lawes unite,
As if you two were one hermophrodite;
Nor courts thou her because she's well attended
With wealth, but for those ends she was entended;
Which were, and still her offices are known,
Law is to give to ev'ry one his owne ;
To shore the feeble up against the strong,
To shield the stranger and the poore from wrong:
This was the founder's grave and good intent,
To keepe the outcast in his tenement;
To free the orphan from that wolfe-like man,
Who is his butcher more then guardian ;
To drye the widowe's teares, and stop her swoones,
By pouring balme and oyle into her wounds;
This was the old way, and 'tis yet thy course
To keep those pious principles in force.
Modest I will be, but one word Ile say,
Like to a sound that's vanishing away,
Sooner the inside of thy hand shall grow
Hisped and hairie, ere thy palm shall know
A postern-bribe tooke, or a forked fee
To fetter justice, when she might be free.
Eggs Ile not shave; but yet, brave man, if I
Was destin'd forth to golden soveraignty;
A prince I'de be, that I might thee preferre
To be my counsell both and chanceller.
THE WATCH. Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never Wound up again ; once down, he's down for ever: The watch once downe, all motions then do cease ; The man's pulse stopt, all passions sleep in peace.
LINES HAVE THEIR LININGS, AND BOOKES THEIR
As in our clothes, so likewise he who lookes,
Shall find much farcing buckram in our books.
WHEN I behold a forrest spread
With silken trees upon thy head;
And when I see that other dresse
Of flowers set in comelinesse ;
When I behold another grace
In the ascent of curious lace,
Which, like a pinnacle, doth shew
The top, and the top-gallant too;
Then, when I see thy tresses bound
Into an oval, square, or round;
And knit in knots far more then I
Can tell by tongue, or true love tie ;
Next, when those lawnie filmes I see
Play with a wild civility;
And all those airie silks to flow,
Alluring me, and tempting so
I must confesse, mine eye and heart
Dotes less on nature then on art.
With paste of almonds Syb her hands doth scoure,
Then gives it to the children to devoure.
In cream she bathes her thighs, more soft then silk,
Then to the poore she freely gives the milke.
UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESSE BRIDGET
Sweet Bridget blusht, and therewithal,
Fresh blossoms from her cheekes did fall.
I thought at first 'twas but a dream,
Till after I had handled them,
And smelt them ; then they smelt to me
As blossomes of the almond tree.
I PLAID with love as with the fire
The wanton satyre did;
Nor did I know, or co'd descry
What under there was hid.
That satyre he but burnt his lips;
But min's the greater smart,
For kissing love’s dissembling chips,
The fire scorcht my heart.
UPON A COMELY AND CURIOUS MAIDE.
IF men can say that beauty dyes,
Marbles will sweare that here it lyes.
If, reader, then thou canst forbeare,
In publique loss to shed a teare,
The dew of griefe upon this stone
Will tell thee, pitie thou hast none.
UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER.
One of the five straight branches of my
hand Is lopt already; and the rest but stand Expecting when to fall; which soon will be ; First dyes the leafe, the bough next, next the tree.
ANGRY if Irene be
But a minute's life with me ;
Such a fire I espie
Walking in and out her eye,
As at once I freeze and frie.
UPON ELECTRA'S TEARES. Upon her cheekes she wept, and from those showers Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowres.
The eggs of pheasants wrie-nos'd Tooly sells,
But ne’r so much as licks the speckled shells ;
Only, if one prove addled, that he eates
With superstition, as the cream of meates :
The cock and hen he feeds, but not a bone
He ever pickt, as yet, of any one.