Elve Boniface shall next be pope. Their beads of nits, bels, books, and wax Their sacred salt here, not a little, Dry chips, old shooes, rags, grease, and bones, Beside their fumigations, To drive the Devill from the cod-piece Of the fryar, of work an odde-piece. Many a trifle too and trinket, And for what use, scarce man wo'd think it. Next, then, upon the chanters side An apples-core is hung up dry'd, The saint to which the most he prayes Whose foot-pace he doth stroak and kisse, And humbly chives of saffron brings, When, after these, h'as paid his vows, He lowly to the altar bows, And then he dons the silk-v x-worms shed, Like a Turks turbant on his head, And reverently departeth thence, And by the glow-worms light wel guided, TO MISTRESSE CATHERINE BRADSHAW, THE LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH LAUREL. My muse in meads has spent her many houres, Till you, sweet mistresse, came and enterwove You first of all crown'd her; she must, of due, Render for that a crowne of life to you. THE PLAUDITE, OR END OF LIFE. If after rude and boystrous seas, If having run my barque on ground, TO THE MOST VERTUOUS MISTRESSE POT, WHO WHEN I through all my many poems look, Which if it now, or shall hereafter shine, TO MUSIQUE, TO BECALME HIS FEVER. CHARM me asleep, and melt me so, Away in easie slumbers. Ease my sick head, And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire, And give me such reposes, May think thereby, 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showrs, With thy soft straines, I leave this light, UPON A GENTLEWOMAN WITH A SWEET VOICE. So long you did not sing, or touch your lute, mute. But when your playing and your voice came in, 'Twas no more you then, but a cherubin. UPON CUPID. As lately I a garland bound, UPON JULIA'S BREASTS. DISPLAY thy breasts, my Julia, there let me Between whose glories there my lips Ile lay, BEST TO BE MERRY. FOOLES are they who never know But for us, who wisely see Where the bounds of black death be, Let's live merrily, and thus Gratifie the genius. |