TO THE MOST ILLVSTRIOVS, AND Moft Hopefull PRINCE, CH ARLE S, Prince of Wales. Ell may my Book come forth like When fuch a Light as You are leads Who are my Works Creator, and alone The Flame of it, and the Expansion. And look how all thofe heavenly Lamps acquire SING of brooks, of blossomes, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and Julyflowers. I sing of may-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridall-cakes. TO HIS MUSE. WHITHER, mad maiden, wilt thou roame ? Farre safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou mayst sit, and piping please B Since coats and hamlets best agree With this thy meaner minstralsie. There with the reed, thou mayst expresse Some smooth and harmlesse beucolicks. But for the court, the country wit Is despicable unto it. Stay then at home, and doe not goe TO HIS BOOKE. WHILE thou didst keep thy candor undefil'd, Deerely I lov'd thee, as my first-borne child : But when I saw thee wantonly to roame ANOTHER. To read my booke the virgin shie May blush, while Brutus standeth by : |