TO BLOSSOMS. FAIRE pledges of a fruitfull tree, Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here a while, What, were yee borne to be An houre or half's delight, And so to bid goodnight? 'Twas pitie nature brought yee forth But you are lovely leaves, where we And after they have shown their pride, MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN. MAN knowes where first he ships himselfe ; but he Never can tell where shall his landing be. NOTHING FREE-COST. NOTHING comes free-cost here; Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat. FEW FORTUNATE. MANY we are, and yet but few possesse TO PERENNA. How long, Perenna, wilt thou see TO THE LADYES. TRUST me, ladies, I will do Men they shall be, not your sex. THE OLD WIVES PRAYER. HOLY-ROOD come forth and shield And those sounds that us affright UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESSE. EPIG. FEACIE, some say, doth wash her clothes i'th’lie UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE. THUS I Passe by As one And gon: A shade, I'th grave; THE WASSAILE. GIVE way, give way, ye gates, and win And basket, by our entring in. May both with manchet stand repleat; Yet, ere twelve moones shall whirl about Their silv'rie spheres, ther's none may doubt But more's sent in then was serv'd out. Next, may your dairies prosper so, Like to a solemne sober stream Then, may your plants be prest with fruit, But sweetly sounding like a lute. Next may your duck and teeming hen And for their two egs render ten. Last, may your harrows, shares, and ploughes, Your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mowes, All prosper by your virgin vowes. Alas! we blesse, but see none here Let's leave a longer time to wait, Where chimneys do for ever weepe It is in vain to sing, or stay Our free feet here, but we'l away; The time will come, when you'l be sad, UPON A LADY FAIRE, BUT FRUITLESSE. TWICE has Pudica been a bride, and led *Close, penurious. |