UPON LOVE.

IN a dreame, love bad me go
To the gallies there to rowe;
In the vision I askt why?
Love as briefly did reply;

'Twas better there to toyle, then prove
The turmoiles they endure that love.
I awoke, and then I knew
What love said was too too true:
Henceforth therefore I will be

As from love, from trouble free:
None pities him that's in the snare,
And warn'd before, wo'd not beware.

THE COBLER'S CATCH.

COME sit we by the fire's side,

And roundly drinke we here;
Till that we see our cheekes ale-dy'd,
And noses tann'd with beere.

UPON BRAN. EPIG.

WHAT made that mirth last night? the neighbours

say

That Bran the baker did his breech bewray:

I rather thinke, though they may speake the worst, 'Twas to his batch, but leaven laid there first.

UPON SNARE, AN USURER.

SNARE, ten i'th' hundred calls his wife, and why?
Shee brings in much by carnall usury:

He by extortion brings in three times more;
Say, who's the worst, th' exactor or the whore?

UPON GRUDGINGS.

GRUDGINGS turnes bread to stones, when to the poore He gives an almes, and chides them from his doore.

CONNUBII FLORES, OR THE WELL-WISHES AT
WEDDINGS.

Chorus Sacerdotum.

FROM the temple to your home
May a thousand blessings come;
And a sweet concurring stream
Of all joyes, to joyn with them!

Chorus Juvenum.

HAPPY day,

Make no long stay
Here

In thy sphere,

But give thy place to night,

That she

As thee
May be

Partaker of the sight.

And since it was thy care
To see the younglings wed,
'Tis fit that night the paire
Sho'd see safe brought to bed.

Chorus Senum.

Go to your banquet then, but use delight,
So as to rise still with an appetite :

Love is a thing most nice, and must be fed
To such a height, but never surfeited.
What is beyond the mean is ever ill;
'Tis best to feed love, but not over-fill:
Go then discreetly to the bed of pleasure,
And this remember, vertue keepes the measure.

Chorus Virginum.

LUCKIE signes we have descri'd

To encourage on the bride;
And to these we have espi'd,
Not a kissing Cupid flyes
Here about, but has his eyes,
To imply your love is wise.

Chorus Pastorum.

HERE we present a fleece
To make a peece
Of cloth;

Nor faire, must you be loth
Your finger to apply

To huswiferie:

Then, then begin
To spin;

And, sweetling, marke what a web will come

you,

Into your chests, drawn by your painfull thumb.

Chorus Matronarum.

SET you to your wheele, and wax
Rich by the ductile wool and flax:

Yarne is an income, and the huswive's thread
The larder fils with meat, the bin with bread.

Chorus Senum.

LET wealth come in by comely thrift,
And not by any sordid shift;

'Tis haste

Makes waste;

Extreames have still their fault;

The softest fire makes the sweetest mault;

Who gripes too hard the dry and slip'rie sand,
Holds none at all, or little in his hand.

Chorus Virginum.

GODDESSE of pleasure, youth, and peace,
Give them the blessing of encrease;

And thou, Lucina, that do'st heare
The vowes of those that children beare ;
When as her Aprill houre drawes neare,
Be thou then propitious there.

Chorus Juvenum.

Farre hence be all speech that may anger move; Sweet words must nourish soft and gentle love.

Chorus Omnium.

LIVE in the love of doves, and having told
The raven's yeares, go hence more ripe then old.

TO HIS LOVELY MISTRESSES.

ONE night i'th' yeare, my dearest beauties, come
And bring those dew drink-offerings to my tomb ;
When thence ye see my reverend ghost to rise,
And there to lick th' effused sacrifice,

Though palenes be the livery that I weare,
Look ye not wan or colourlesse for feare;
Trust me,
I will not hurt ye, or ouce shew
The least grim looke, or cast a frown on you;
Nor shall the tapers, when I'm there, burn blew.