His lamp, his bow, and quiver laid aside, A rustic wallet o'er his shoulders tied, Sly Cupid, always on new mischief bent, To the rich field and furrow'd tillage went;...
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable, Batten beside Erle Robert's Table. Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch, Ne old black Cat their Steps to watch. Their Fill they eat of Fowl and Fish;...
Fair Susan did her wif-hede well menteine, Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine; Now, and I read aright that auncient song, Olde were the paramours, the dame full yong. ...
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, Matt., alive and in health, of his tombstone take care; For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. ...
Full oft doth Matt. with Topaz dine, Eateth baked meats, drinketh Greek wine: But Topas his own worke rehearseth, And Matt. mote praise what Topaz verseth. Now shure as priest did e'er shrive sinner,...
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he does his creed, That you and I, sir, are extremely great; Though I plain Mat, you minister of state....
In sullen Humour one Day Jove Sent Hermes down to Ida's Grove, Commanding Cupid to deliver His Store of Darts, his total Quiver; That Hermes shou'd the Weapons break, Or throw 'em into Lethe's Lake....
Sly Merry Andrew, the last Southwark fair; (At Bartholomew he did not much appear, So peevish was the dict of the Mayor) At Southwark, therefore, as his tricks he show'd,...
I, My dear, was born to-day So all my jolly comrades say: They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, And ask to celebrate my birth: Little, alas! my comrades know That I was born to pain and woe;...
While faster than his costive brain indites Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes; His case appears to me like honest Teague's, When he was run away with by his legs....
Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad? To think and ne'er drink will make you stark mad. 'Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy, Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy;...
Love! inform thy faithful creature How to keep his fair one's heart; Must it be by truth of nature, Or by poor dissembling art? Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends;...