HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH. THOUGH Clock, To tell how night draws hence, I've none: I have, to sing how day draws on. I have A Maid, my PRUE, by good luck sent, That little, Fates me gave, or lent. A Hen I keep, which creaking, day by day, She goes, her long white egg to lay. A Goose I have, which, with a jealous ear, Her tongue, to tell what danger 's near. A Lamb I keep, tame, with my morsels fed: An orphan left him; lately dead. A Cat I keep, that plays about my house; With eating many a miching mouse. To these, A Trasy I do keep; whereby The more, my rural privacy: Which are But toys; to give my heart some ease. Where care None is; slight things do lightly please! HIS ALMS. HERE, here, I live! Of oil and meal E'en but a bit, Or else a crumb; The scrip hath some! UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES. I HAVE lost, and lately, these Many dainty Mistresses. Stately JULIA, prime of all; THE BAG OF A BEE. ABOUT the sweet bag of a bee, And whose the pretty prize should be, Which VENUS hearing, thither came, Which done, to still their wanton cries, When quiet grown sh' 'ad seen them, She kissed, and wiped their dove-like eyes, And gave the bag between them. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. GATHER ye rosebuds, while ye may; The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The sooner will his race be run, That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent; the worse, and worst, Times still succeed the former! Then be not coy; but use your time! TO BLOSSOMS. FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree! Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here a while, What! were ye born to be An hour, or half's, delight; But you are lovely leaves! where we DIVINATION BY A DAFFADIL. WHEN a Daffadil I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me; Guess I may, what I must be! First, I shall decline my head! Secondly, I shall be dead! Lastly, safely buried! |