501:01,000@@@@@| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,001[A ]| Shall I be one, of those obsequious Fools, 501:01,002[A ]| That square their lives, by Customs scanty Rules; 501:01,003[A ]| Condemn'd for ever, to the puny Curse, 501:01,004[A ]| Of Precepts taught, at Boarding-school, or Nurse; 501:01,005[A ]| That all the business of my Life must be, 501:01,006[A ]| Foolish, dull Trifling, Formality; 501:01,007[A ]| Confin'd to a strict Magick complaisance, 501:01,008[A ]| And round a Circle, of nice visits Dance, 501:01,009[A ]| Nor for my Life beyond the Chalk advance? 501:01,010[A ]| The Devil Censure, stands to guard the same, 501:01,011[A ]| One step awry, he tears my ventrous Fame. 501:01,012[A ]| So when my Friends, in a facetious Vein, 501:01,013[A ]| With Mirth and Wit, a while can entertain; 501:01,014[A ]| Tho' ne'er so pleasant, yet I must not stay, 501:01,015[A ]| If a commanding Clock bids me away: 501:01,016[A ]| But with a sudden start, as in a Fright, 501:01,017[A ]| I must be gone indeed, 'tis after Eight. 501:01,018[A ]| Sure these restraints, with such regret we bear, 501:01,019[A ]| That dreaded Censure can't be more severe, 501:01,020[A ]| Which has no Terror, if we did not fear. 501:01,021[A ]| But let the Bug-bear, timerous Infants fright, 501:01,022[A ]| I'll not be scar'd, from Innocent delight: 501:01,023[A ]| Whatever is not vicious, I dare do, 501:01,024[A ]| I'll never to the Idol Custom bow, 501:01,025[A ]| Unless it suits with my own Humour too. 501:01,026[A ]| Some boast their Fetters, of Formality, 501:01,027[A ]| Fancy they ornamental Bracelets be, 501:01,028[A ]| I'm sure they're Gyves, and Manacles to me. 501:01,029[A ]| To their dull fulsome Rules, I'd not be ty'd, 501:01,030[A ]| For all the Flattery that exalts their Pride: 501:01,031[A ]| My Sex forbids I should my Silence break; 501:01,032[A ]| I lose my Jest, cause Women must not speak. 501:01,033[A ]| Mysteries must not be with my search Prophan'd, 501:01,034[A ]| My Closet not with Books, but Sweet-meats cram'd; 501:01,035[A ]| A little China, to advance the Show, 501:01,036[A ]| My Prayer Book, and seven Champions, or so. 501:01,037[A ]| My Pen if ever us'd imploy'd must be, 501:01,038[A ]| In lofty Themes of useful Houswifery, 501:01,039[A ]| Transcribing old Receipts of Cookery: 501:01,040[A ]| And what is necessary 'mongst the rest, 501:01,041[A ]| Good Cures for Agues, and a cancer'd Breast, 501:01,042[A ]| But I can't here write my Probatum est. 501:01,043[A ]| My daring Pen will bolder Sallies make, 501:01,044[A ]| And like my self, an uncheck'd freedom take; 501:01,045[A ]| Not chain'd to the nice Order of my Sex, 501:01,046[A ]| And with restraints my wishing Soul perplex: 501:01,047[A ]| I'll blush at Sin, and not what some call Shame, 501:01,048[A ]| Secure my Virtue, slight precarious Fame. 501:01,049[A ]| This Courage speaks me, Brave, 'tis surely worse, 501:01,050[A ]| To keep those Rules, which privately we Curse: 501:01,051[A ]| And I'll appeal, to all the formal Saints, 501:01,052[A ]| With what reluctance they indure restraints. 501:02,000@@@@@| 501:02,000[' ]| 501:02,001[A ]| Freeman and Wild, two young hot Gallants, 501:02,002[A ]| Fam'd through the Town for swindging Talents, 501:02,003[A ]| At making or at acting Love, 501:02,004[A ]| And Beaus too over and above; 501:02,005[A ]| Like Friends had a fine Buxom Woman, 501:02,006[A ]| (Like Friends indeed, you'll say) in common. 501:02,007[A ]| Now one of these two Sparks attack'd her, 501:02,008[A ]| So furiously, so like a Hector, 501:02,009[A ]| He got a Girl, who to a Tittle, 501:02,010[A ]| Her Mother's Picture was in little: 501:02,011[A ]| When both Jack Freeman and Ned Wild 501:02,012[A ]| Would own the Fair, the chopping Child; 501:02,013[A ]| Both own the Babe (and who would not!) 501:02,014[A ]| Sweet as the Sin by which 'twas Got; 501:02,015[A ]| Ned, that he's sure he Got her Cries, 501:02,016[A ]| She has his Dimple and his Eyes: 501:02,017[A ]| That she was his, Jack Freeman Swore, 501:02,018[A ]| That she resembled him all o're, 501:02,019[A ]| The Devil was not more like a Moor: 501:02,020[A ]| But when at length the Girl began 501:02,021[A ]| To grow capacious of a Man, 501:02,022[A ]| Changing their Minds, each Spark chose rather 501:02,023[A ]| To be the Sinner than the Father: 501:02,024[A ]| Says Wild to Freeman, Jack, this Lass 501:02,025[A ]| Is thy own Flesh and Blood; she has 501:02,026[A ]| The very Leer of Lewd Jack Freeman, 501:02,027[A ]| Adzwounds that Sham won't pass on me, Man, 501:02,028[A ]| (Cries Freeman to his Brother Wild) 501:02,029[A ]| Mine is the Lass, and thine the Child. 501:02,030[A ]| Says Wild to Freeman thou'lt be Damn'd, 501:02,031[A ]| Ay, ay, Ned, but I won't be shamm'd. 501:03,000@@@@@| 501:03,000[' ]| 501:03,000[' ]| 501:03,001[A ]| But by this time Tongues 'gan to rest; 501:03,002[A ]| The Talking game was at the best. 501:03,003[A ]| A sleepy Scene beginneth to appear. 501:03,004[A ]| Bright Reason's ray, 501:03,005[A ]| By damp of Wine, within this Hemisphere, 501:03,006[A ]| Was quench'd before: and now dim sense, to stay 501:03,007[A ]| Must not expect, long after Her; 501:03,008[A ]| So when, Night's fairest Lanthorn, Cynthia bright 501:03,009[A ]| Is set; each little mist, or thin-spread Cloud 501:03,010[A ]| Sufficient is to shroud 501:03,011[A ]| The pink-ey'd Stars, and make a pitchy Night. 501:03,012[A ]| Old Morpheus comes, with Leaden Key, 501:03,013[A ]| His drowsie Office to perform: 501:03,014[A ]| Though some there are, that do affirm, 501:03,015[A ]| 'Twas Bacchus did it; and that He 501:03,016[A ]| Had Legal Right, to lock up each man's Brain: 501:03,017[A ]| Since every Room 501:03,018[A ]| His own Goods did contain, 501:03,019[A ]| And was his proper Wine-Cellar become. 501:03,020[A ]| Some down into their Seats do shrink, 501:03,021[A ]| As snuffs in Sockets sink; 501:03,022[A ]| Some throw themselves upon the Bed, 501:03,023[A ]| Some at Feet, and some at Head, 501:03,024[A ]| Some Cross, some Slope-wise, as they can; 501:03,025[A ]| Like Hogs in straw, or Herrings in a pan. 501:03,026[A ]| Some on the Floor do make their humble Bed, 501:03,027[A ]| (Proper effect of Wine!) 501:03,028[A ]| So over-laden Vine, 501:03,029[A ]| Prop failing, bowes its bunchy Head, 501:03,030[A ]| To kiss the Ground, from whence 'twas nourished. 501:03,031[A ]| One, stouter than the rest, maintain'd the Field, 501:03,032[A ]| And scorn'd to yield. 501:03,033[A ]| A Roman Emperour, standing vow'd to die, 501:03,034[A ]| And so, quoth he, will I; 501:03,035[A ]| Till nodding, as he stood, the Churlish Wall 501:03,036[A ]| Repuls'd his Head, and made him, reeling fall; 501:03,037[A ]| So with a jot, 501:03,038[A ]| Embrac'd the common lot, 501:03,039[A ]| The last, but yet the greatest, Trophy, of them all. 501:03,040[A ]| So slept they sound; but whilst they slept, 501:03,041[A ]| Nature, which all this while, had kept 501:03,042[A ]| Her last reserve of strength, 501:03,043[A ]| In Stomach's mouth, where Helmont saith, 501:03,044[A ]| The Soul its chiefest Mansion hath, 501:03,045[A ]| Began at length 501:03,046[A ]| To kick, and frisk, and stoutly strove 501:03,047[A ]| To throw the Liquid Rider off. 501:03,048[A ]| For now her Case, like Marriners, was grown, 501:03,049[A ]| In leaky Ship, she must or pump, or drown. 501:03,050[A ]| Or whether that the Wine, which, till this time, 501:03,051[A ]| Was wont to dwell in Cellar's cooler Clime, 501:03,052[A ]| Now put in Stomach's boiling-pot, 501:03,053[A ]| Found its new Habitation too hot? 501:03,054[A ]| What e're it was, the Floods gusht out 501:03,055[A ]| From ev'ry spout, 501:03,056[A ]| With such a force; they made a fulsome fray. 501:03,057[A ]| One who athwart his Neighbour lay, 501:03,058[A ]| Did right into his Pocket disembogue; 501:03,059[A ]| For which the other would have call'd him Rogue, 501:03,060[A ]| But that his forestall'd mouth (brawls to prevent) 501:03,061[A ]| Replenisht was with the same Element. 501:03,062[A ]| I'th' next Man's face Another spues, 501:03,063[A ]| Who doth, with nimble Repartee, retort 501:03,064[A ]| His own, and His Assailant's juice, 501:03,065[A ]| And so returns him double for't. 501:03,066[A ]| One with a Horizontal mouth, 501:03,067[A ]| Discharges up into the Air, 501:03,068[A ]| Which falls again in Perpendicular: 501:03,069[A ]| Much like those Clouds, in Sea that's South, 501:03,070[A ]| Which in a Lump, descend, and quite 501:03,071[A ]| O're-whelm the Ship, on which they chance to light: 501:03,072[A ]| The Floor with such a Deluge was o'reflown, 501:03,073[A ]| As would infallibly have ran 501:03,074[A ]| Quite through, and to its native Cellar gone, 501:03,075[A ]| As Rivers Circulate to th'Ocean: 501:03,076[A ]| Had it not been incrassate with a scum, 501:03,077[A ]| Which did, for company, from Stomach come. 501:03,078[A ]| Nor was this all: The surly Element, 501:03,079[A ]| With Orall Channels not content, 501:03,080[A ]| Reverberates; and downward finds a Vent. 501:03,081[A ]| Which my Nice Muse to tell forebears, 501:03,082[A ]| And begs, for what is past, the pardon of your Ears. 501:04,000@@@@@| 501:04,000[' ]| 501:04,001[A ]| These little Limmes, 501:04,002[A ]| These Eys and Hands which here I find, 501:04,003[A ]| These rosie Cheeks wherwith my Life begins, 501:04,004[A ]| Where have ye been? Behind 501:04,005[A ]| What Curtain were ye from me hid so long! 501:04,006[A ]| Where was? in what Abyss, my Speaking Tongue? 501:04,007[A ]| When silent I 501:04,008[A ]| So many thousand thousand yeers, 501:04,009[A ]| Beneath the Dust did in a Chaos lie, 501:04,010[A ]| How could I Smiles or Tears, 501:04,011[A ]| Or Lips or Hands or Eys or Ears perceiv? 501:04,012[A ]| Welcome ye Treasures which I now receiv. 501:04,013[A ]| I that so long 501:04,014[A ]| Was Nothing from Eternitie, 501:04,015[A ]| Did little think such Joys as Ear or Tongue, 501:04,016[A ]| To Celebrat or See: 501:04,017[A ]| Such Sounds to hear, such Hands to feel, such Feet, 501:04,018[A ]| Beneath the Skies, on such a Ground to meet. 501:04,019[A ]| New Burnisht Joys! 501:04,020[A ]| Which yellow Gold and Pearl excell! 501:04,021[A ]| Such Sacred Treasures are the Lims in Boys, 501:04,022[A ]| In which a Soul doth Dwell; 501:04,023[A ]| Their Organized Joynts, and Azure veins 501:04,024[A ]| More Wealth include, than all the World contains. 501:04,025[A ]| From Dust I rise, 501:04,026[A ]| And out of Nothing now awake, 501:04,027[A ]| These Brighter Regions which salute mine Eys, 501:04,028[A ]| A Gift from GOD I take. 501:04,029[A ]| The Earth, the Seas, the Light, the Day, the Skies, 501:04,030[A ]| The Sun and Stars are mine; if those I prize. 501:04,031[A ]| Long time before 501:04,032[A ]| I in my Mother's Womb was born, 501:04,033[A ]| A GOD preparing did this Glorious Store, 501:04,034[A ]| The World for me adorne. 501:04,035[A ]| Into this Eden so Divine and fair, 501:04,036[A ]| So Wide and Bright, I com his Son and Heir. 501:04,037[A ]| A Stranger here 501:04,038[A ]| Strange Things doth meet, strange Glories See; 501:04,039[A ]| Strange Treasures lodg'd in this fair World appear, 501:04,040[A ]| Strange all, and New to me. 501:04,041[A ]| But that they mine should be, who nothing was, 501:04,042[A ]| That Strangest is of all, yet brought to pass. 501:05,000@@@@@| 501:05,000[' ]| 501:05,001[A ]| Flight is but the Preparative: The Sight 501:05,002[A ]| Is Deep and Infinit; 501:05,003[A ]| Ah me! tis all the Glory, Love, Light, Space, 501:05,004[A ]| Joy, Beauty and Varietie 501:05,005[A ]| That doth adorn the Godhead's Dwelling Place 501:05,006[A ]| Tis all that Ey can see: 501:05,007[A ]| Even Trades them selvs seen in Celestial Light, 501:05,008[A ]| And Cares and Sins and Woes are Bright. 501:05,009[A ]| Order the Beauty even of Beauty is, 501:05,010[A ]| It is the Rule of Bliss, 501:05,011[A ]| The very Life and Form and Caus of Pleasure; 501:05,012[A ]| Which if we do not understand, 501:05,013[A ]| Ten thousand Heaps of vain confused Treasure 501:05,014[A ]| Will but oppress the Land. 501:05,015[A ]| In Blessedness it self we that shall miss 501:05,016[A ]| (Being Blind) which is the Caus of Bliss. 501:05,017[A ]| First then behold the World as thine, and well 501:05,018[A ]| Upon the Object Dwell. 501:05,019[A ]| See all the Beauty of the Spacious Case, 501:05,020[A ]| Lift up thy pleasd and ravisht Eys, 501:05,021[A ]| Admire the Glory of the Heavnly place, 501:05,022[A ]| And all its Blessings prize. 501:05,023[A ]| That Sight well seen thy Spirit shall prepare, 501:05,024[A ]| The first makes all the other Rare. 501:05,025[A ]| Men's Woes shall be but foyls unto thy Bliss, 501:05,026[A ]| Thou once Enjoying this: 501:05,027[A ]| Trades shall adorn and Beautify the Earth, 501:05,028[A ]| Their Ignorance shall make thee Bright, 501:05,029[A ]| Were not their Griefs Democritus his Mirth? 501:05,030[A ]| Their Faults shall keep thee right. 501:05,031[A ]| All shall be thine, becaus they all Conspire, 501:05,032[A ]| To feed and make thy Glory higher. 501:05,033[A ]| To see a Glorious Fountain and an End, 501:05,034[A ]| To see all Creatures tend 501:05,035[A ]| To thy Advancement, and so sweetly close 501:05,036[A ]| In thy Repose: To see them shine 501:05,037[A ]| In Use in Worth in Service, and even Foes 501:05,038[A ]| Among the rest made thine. 501:05,039[A ]| To see all these unite at once in Thee 501:05,040[A ]| Is to behold Felicitie. 501:05,041[A ]| To see the Fountain is a Blessed Thing, 501:05,042[A ]| It is to see the King 501:05,043[A ]| Of Glory face to face: But yet the End, 501:05,044[A ]| The Glorious Wondrous End is more; 501:05,045[A ]| And yet the fountain there we Comprehend, 501:05,046[A ]| The Spring we there adore. 501:05,047[A ]| For in the End the Fountain best is Shewn, 501:05,048[A ]| As by Effects the Caus is Known. 501:05,049[A ]| From One, to One, in one to see All Things, 501:05,050[A ]| To see the King of Kings 501:05,051[A ]| At once in two; to see his Endless Treasures 501:05,052[A ]| Made all mine own, my self the End 501:05,053[A ]| Of all his Labors! Tis the Life of Pleasures! 501:05,054[A ]| To see my self His friend! 501:05,055[A ]| Who all things finds conjoynd in Him alone, 501:05,056[A ]| Sees and Enjoys the Holy one. 501:06,000@@@@@| 501:06,001[' ]| 501:06,002[A ]| Since you desire of me to know 501:06,003[A ]| Who's the Wise man, I'll tell you who. 501:06,004[A ]| Not he whose rich and fertile mind 501:06,005[A ]| Is by the Culture of the Arts refin'd, 501:06,006[A ]| Who has the Chaos of disorder'd thought 501:06,007[A ]| By Reason's Light to Form and method brought; 501:06,008[A ]| Who with a clear and piercing sight 501:06,009[A ]| Can see through nicetys as dark as night. 501:06,010[A ]| You err, if you think this is He, 501:06,011[A ]| Tho seated on the top of the Porphyrian tree. 501:06,012[A ]| Nor is it He to whom kind Heaven 501:06,013[A ]| A secret Cabala has given 501:06,014[A ]| T'unriddle the mysterious Text 501:06,015[A ]| Of Nature, with dark Comments more perplext, 501:06,016[A ]| Or to decypher her clean-writ and fair 501:06,017[A ]| But most confounding puzling character; 501:06,018[A ]| That can through all her windings trace 501:06,019[A ]| This slippery wanderer, and unveil her face, 501:06,020[A ]| Her inmost Mechanism view, 501:06,021[A ]| Anatomize each part, and see her through and through. 501:06,022[A ]| Nor he that does the Science know, 501:06,023[A ]| Our only Certainty below, 501:06,024[A ]| That can from Problems dark and nice 501:06,025[A ]| Deduce Truths worthy of a Sacrifice. 501:06,026[A ]| Nor he that can confess the stars, and see 501:06,027[A ]| What's writ in the black leaves of Destiny; 501:06,028[A ]| That knows their laws, and how the Sun 501:06,029[A ]| His dayly and his annual stage does run, 501:06,030[A ]| As if he did to them dispense 501:06,031[A ]| Their Motions, and there sate supream Intelligence. 501:06,032[A ]| Nor is it he (altho he boast 501:06,033[A ]| Of wisdom, and seem wise to most) 501:06,034[A ]| Yet 'tis not he, whose busy pate 501:06,035[A ]| Can dive into the deep intrigues of State; 501:06,036[A ]| That can the great Leviathan controul, 501:06,037[A ]| Menage and rule't, as if he were its soul. 501:06,038[A ]| The wisest King thus gifted was 501:06,039[A ]| And yet did not in these true Wisdom place. 501:06,040[A ]| Who then is by the Wise man meant? 501:06,041[A ]| He that can want all this, and yet can be content. 501:07,000@@@@@| 501:07,000[' ]| 501:07,000[' ]| 501:07,001[A ]| Tell me, why Heav'n at first did suffer Sin? 501:07,002[A ]| Letting Seed grow which it had never sown? 501:07,003[A ]| Why, when the Soule's first Fever did begin, 501:07,004[A ]| Was it not cur'd, which now a Plague is grown? 501:07,005[A ]| Why did not Heav'n's prevention Sin restraine? 501:07,006[A ]| Or is not Pow'r's permission a consent? 501:07,007[A ]| Which is in Kings as much as to ordaine; 501:07,008[A ]| And ills ordain'd are free from punishment. 501:07,009[A ]| And since no Crime could be e're Lawes were fram'd; 501:07,010[A ]| Lawes dearly taught us how to know offence; 501:07,011[A ]| Had Lawes not been, we never had been blam'd; 501:07,012[A ]| For not to know we sin, is innocence. 501:07,013[A ]| Sin's Childhood was not starv'd, but rather more 501:07,014[A ]| Than finely fed; so sweet were pleasures made 501:07,015[A ]| That nourisht it: for sweet is lust of Pow'r, 501:07,016[A ]| And sweeter, Beauty, which hath power betray'd. 501:07,017[A ]| Sin, which at fullest growth is childish still, 501:07,018[A ]| Would but for pleasure's company decay; 501:07,019[A ]| As sickly Children thrive that have their will; 501:07,020[A ]| But quickly languish being kept from play. 501:07,021[A ]| Since only pleasure breeds sin's appetite; 501:07,022[A ]| Which still by pleasant objects is infus'd; 501:07,023[A ]| Since 'tis provok'd to what it doth commit; 501:07,024[A ]| And ills provokt may plead to be excus'd; 501:07,025[A ]| Why should our Sins, which not a moment last, 501:07,026[A ]| (For, to Eternity compar'd, extent 501:07,027[A ]| Of Life, is, e're we name it, stopt and past) 501:07,028[A ]| Receive a doome of endless punishment? 501:07,029[A ]| If Soules to Hell's vast Prison never come 501:07,030[A ]| Committed for their Crimes, but destin'd be, 501:07,031[A ]| Like Bondmen born, whose prison is their home, 501:07,032[A ]| And long e're they were bound could not be free; 501:07,033[A ]| Then hard is Destinie's dark Law, whose Text 501:07,034[A ]| We are forbid to read, yet must obey; 501:07,035[A ]| And reason with her useless eyes is vext, 501:07,036[A ]| Which strive to guide her where they see no way. 501:07,037[A ]| Doth it our Reason's mutinies appease, 501:07,038[A ]| To say, the Potter may his own Clay mould 501:07,039[A ]| To ev'ry use, or in what shape he please, 501:07,040[A ]| At first not councell'd, nor at last controul'd? 501:07,041[A ]| Pow'r's hand can neither easie be nor strict 501:07,042[A ]| To lifeless Clay, which ease nor torment knows; 501:07,043[A ]| And where it cannot favour nor afflict, 501:07,044[A ]| It neither Justice nor Injustice shows. 501:07,045[A ]| But Soules have life, and life eternal too; 501:07,046[A ]| Therefore if doom'd before they can offend, 501:07,047[A ]| It seems to shew what Heavenly power can do, 501:07,048[A ]| But does not in that deed that Pow'r commend. 501:07,049[A ]| That we are destin'd after Death to more 501:07,050[A ]| Than Reason thinks due punishment for Sins; 501:07,051[A ]| Seemes possible, because in life, before 501:07,052[A ]| We know to sin, our punishment begins. 501:07,053[A ]| Why else do Infants with incessant cries 501:07,054[A ]| Complaine of secret harme as soon as born? 501:07,055[A ]| Or why are they, in Cities' destinies, 501:07,056[A ]| So oft by Warr from ravisht Mothers torne? 501:07,057[A ]| Doth not belief of being destin'd draw 501:07,058[A ]| Our Reason to Presumption or dispaire? 501:07,059[A ]| If Destiny be not, like human Law, 501:07,060[A ]| To be repeal'd, what is the use of Prayer? 501:07,061[A ]| Why even to all was Prayer enjoyn'd? since those 501:07,062[A ]| Whom God (whose will ne'r alters) did elect 501:07,063[A ]| Are sure of Heaven; and when we Pray it shows 501:07,064[A ]| That we his certainty of will suspect. 501:07,065[A ]| Those who to lasting darkness destin'd were, 501:07,066[A ]| Though soon as born they pray, yet pray too late: 501:07,067[A ]| Avoidless ills we to no purpose feare; 501:07,068[A ]| And none, when fear is past, will Supplicate. 501:08,000@@@@@| 501:08,000[' ]| < Thomas Flatman, The Retirement> 501:08,000[' ]| 501:08,001[A ]| In the milde close of an hot Summers day, 501:08,002[A ]| When a cool Breeze had fann'd the air, 501:08,003[A ]| And Heaven's face lookt smooth and fair; 501:08,004[A ]| Lovely as sleeping Infants be, 501:08,005[A ]| That in their slumbers smiling ly, 501:08,006[A ]| Dandled on the Mother's knee, 501:08,007[A ]| You hear no cry, 501:08,008[A ]| No harsh, nor inharmonious voice, 501:08,009[A ]| But all is innocence without a noise: 501:08,010[A ]| When every sweet, which the Sun's greedy ray 501:08,011[A ]| So lately from us drew, 501:08,012[A ]| Began to trickle down again in dew; 501:08,013[A ]| Weary, and faint, and full of thought, 501:08,014[A ]| Tho for what cause I knew not well, 501:08,015[A ]| What I ail'd, I could not tell, 501:08,016[A ]| I sate me down at an ag'd Poplar's root, 501:08,017[A ]| Whose chiding leaves excepted and my breast, 501:08,018[A ]| All the impertinently-busi'd-world enclin'd to rest. 501:08,019[A ]| I list'ned heedfully around, 501:08,020[A ]| But not a whisper there was found. 501:08,021[A ]| The murmuring Brook hard by, 501:08,022[A ]| As heavy, and as dull as I, 501:08,023[A ]| Seem'd drowsily along to creep; 501:08,024[A ]| It ran with undiscovered pace, 501:08,025[A ]| And if a pibble stopt the lazy race, 501:08,026[A ]| 'Twas but as if it started in its sleep. 501:08,027[A ]| Eccho her self, that ever lent an ear 501:08,028[A ]| To any piteous moan; 501:08,029[A ]| Wont to grone, with them that grone, 501:08,030[A ]| Eccho her self, was speechless here. 501:08,031[A ]| Thrice did I sigh, Thrice miserably cry, 501:08,032[A ]| Ai me! the Nymph ai me! would not reply, 501:08,033[A ]| Or churlish, or she was asleep for company. 501:08,034[A ]| I thought on every pensive thing, 501:08,035[A ]| That might my passion strongly move, 501:08,036[A ]| That might the sweetest sadness bring; 501:08,037[A ]| Oft did I think on death, and oft on Love, 501:08,038[A ]| The triumphs of the little God, and that same ghastly King. 501:08,039[A ]| The ghastly King, what has he done? 501:08,040[A ]| How his pale Territories spread! 501:08,041[A ]| Strait scantlings now of consecrated ground 501:08,042[A ]| His swelling Empire cannot bound, 501:08,043[A ]| But every day new Colonies of dead 501:08,044[A ]| Enhance his Conquests, and advance his Throne. 501:08,045[A ]| The mighty City sav'd from storms of war, 501:08,046[A ]| Exempted from the Crimson floud, 501:08,047[A ]| When all the Land o'reflow'd with blood, 501:08,048[A ]| Stoops yet once more to a new Conqueror: 501:08,049[A ]| The City which so many Rivals bred, 501:08,050[A ]| Sackcloath is on her loyns, and ashes on her head. 501:08,051[A ]| When will the frowning heav'n begin to smile; 501:08,052[A ]| Those pitchy clouds be overblown, 501:08,053[A ]| That hide the mighty Town, 501:08,054[A ]| That I may see the mighty pyle? 501:08,055[A ]| When will the angry Angel cease to slay; 501:08,056[A ]| And turn his brandisht sword away 501:08,057[A ]| From that illustrous Golgotha, 501:08,058[A ]| London, the great Aceldama? 501:08,059[A ]| When will that stately Landscape open lie, 501:08,060[A ]| The mist withdrawn that intercepts my ey? 501:08,061[A ]| That heap of Pyramids appear, 501:08,062[A ]| Which now, too much like those of Egypt are: 501:08,063[A ]| Eternal Monuments of Pride and Sin, 501:08,064[A ]| Magnificent and tall without, but Dead men's bones within. 501:09,000@@@@@| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,001[A ]| Then first I observe from the French-Man Des Cartes, 501:09,002[A ]| Men in the beginning like Cabbages grew; 501:09,003[A ]| You may say this Quotation not worth a Fart is, 501:09,004[A ]| Tho he knew it as well as my self to be true; 501:09,005[A ]| But when all is done, 501:09,006[A ]| 'Tis as clear as the Sun, 501:09,007[A ]| That Dutch-Men had that beginning, or none; 501:09,008[A ]| For like Pumpkins, I tell you, they grew out of Bogs, 501:09,009[A ]| And learnt their first words from the croaking of Frogs. 501:09,010[A ]| Should no other Nation Plant Men in their Sisters, 501:09,011[A ]| They wou'd not be reckon'd amongst Flesh and Blood, 501:09,012[A ]| Nor would have more Bones than our Colchester Oisters; 501:09,013[A ]| For Dutch-Men at first were huge skins of Mud; 501:09,014[A ]| At the top of which lay 501:09,015[A ]| Some Froth of the Sea, 501:09,016[A ]| Which harden'd to Brains, as Curds come from Whey. 501:09,017[A ]| Which loosen'd at Bottom, away they did go, 501:09,018[A ]| Just such thinking Giants as Boys make of Snow. 501:09,019[A ]| You may wonder a little how I came to know it, 501:09,020[A ]| But wonder's a sign of Ignorance still, 501:09,021[A ]| The Records of Nature, their Bodies, do shew it, 501:09,022[A ]| As he that goes there may know if he will; 501:09,023[A ]| And perhaps I might 501:09,024[A ]| Prove Hobbs in the right, 501:09,025[A ]| That Mankind by Nature wou'd fall to't and Fight, 501:09,026[A ]| For these things no sooner each other did see, 501:09,027[A ]| But with Lobsters' Claws they began Snicker Snee. 501:09,028[A ]| That Love and good Nature some Strangers bring hither, 501:09,029[A ]| With all their Arts they cou'd never inspire, 501:09,030[A ]| For Guelt their sole God, they would hang their own Father, 501:09,031[A ]| And Starving (if poor) would not make him a fire. 501:09,032[A ]| The first word they spoke, 501:09,033[A ]| (Or rather did Croke) 501:09,034[A ]| And their last too, was Guelt, which they throatled i'th'Throat; 501:09,035[A ]| All their Life-time a Bee's not more busie for Honey, 501:09,036[A ]| Than they are for raking, and scraping for Money. 501:10,000@@@@@| 501:10,000[' ]| 501:10,000[' ]| 501:10,001[A ]| Good people draw neare, 501:10,002[A ]| If a Ballad you'l heare 501:10,003[A ]| Which will teach you the right way of thriving. 501:10,004[A ]| Nere trouble your Heads 501:10,005[A ]| With your Bookes and your Beads 501:10,006[A ]| Now the World's rul'd by cheating, and swiving. 501:10,007[A ]| If you prattle, or prate 501:10,008[A ]| For Myter, or State, 501:10,009[A ]| It will never avayle you a Button. 501:10,010[A ]| Hee, that talkes of the Church, 501:10,011[A ]| Will bee left in the lurch 501:10,012[A ]| Without e're a tatter to putt on. 501:10,013[A ]| Old fatt Gutts himselfe 501:10,014[A ]| With his tripes and his pelfe, 501:10,015[A ]| And a purse as full as his paunch is, 501:10,016[A ]| Will confesse that his Nanny 501:10,017[A ]| Fob-doudled our Jamy, 501:10,018[A ]| And his Kingdome came by his Haunches. 501:10,019[A ]| Our Arlington Harry, 501:10,020[A ]| The prime Secretary, 501:10,021[A ]| Was first to the Smocke a secretis; 501:10,022[A ]| He was Squire of the frocke, 501:10,023[A ]| And being true to the Smocke, 501:10,024[A ]| Now admitted to manage the State is. 501:10,025[A ]| And Dapper his Clarke, 501:10,026[A ]| Being true to the marke, 501:10,027[A ]| Is boeth his Scribe, and his setter: 501:10,028[A ]| Now Joseph, wee heare, 501:10,029[A ]| Shall bee made a peere: 501:10,030[A ]| Lord and Lackey begin with a letter. 501:10,031[A ]| Our Comptroller Clifford 501:10,032[A ]| Was forct to stand stiff for't, 501:10,033[A ]| To make his way to the Table. 501:10,034[A ]| Hee'd a freind att a shift, 501:10,035[A ]| That gave him a lift. 501:10,036[A ]| Tom foole may thanke God for's Bauble. 501:10,037[A ]| 'Tis well for the Babbs, 501:10,038[A ]| That the pimpes, and the Drabs 501:10,039[A ]| Are now in high way of promotion, 501:10,040[A ]| Else Villers, and May 501:10,041[A ]| Had beene out of play: 501:10,042[A ]| But poore Denham went off with a potion. 501:10,043[A ]| Then there's Castlemaine, 501:10,044[A ]| That prerogative Queane: 501:10,045[A ]| If I had such a bitch, I would spay her: 501:10,046[A ]| Shee swives, like a stoate, 501:10,047[A ]| Goes to 't hand and foote, 501:10,048[A ]| Levell-Coyle with a prince, and a player. 501:11,000@@@@@| 501:11,000[' ]| < Richard Duke (?), A Panegyrick upon Oates> 501:11,000[' ]| 501:11,001[A ]| Of all the Grain our Nation yields 501:11,002[A ]| In Orchards, Gardens, or in Fields, 501:11,003[A ]| There is a Grain, (which tho 'tis common) 501:11,004[A ]| Its Worth till now, was known to no man. 501:11,005[A ]| Not Ceres' Sicle 'ere did Crop, 501:11,006[A ]| A Grain with Ears of greater hope; 501:11,007[A ]| For why? some say, the Earth n'ere bore 501:11,008[A ]| In any Clime, such Seed before. 501:11,009[A ]| Yet this Grain has (as all must own) 501:11,010[A ]| To Grooms and Ostlers well bin known; 501:11,011[A ]| And often has, without disdain, 501:11,012[A ]| In Musty Barn and Manger layn; 501:11,013[A ]| As if it had bin only good 501:11,014[A ]| To be for Birds and Beasts the Food: 501:11,015[A ]| But now by new inspired force 501:11,016[A ]| It keeps alive both Man and Horse. 501:11,017[A ]| Speak then, my Muse, for now we guess, 501:11,018[A ]| What Grain it is, thou wouldst express. 501:11,019[A ]| It is not Barley, Rye, or Wheat, 501:11,020[A ]| That can pretend to such a Feat; 501:11,021[A ]| 'Tis Oates, bare Oates, which is become 501:11,022[A ]| The Health of England, Bane of Rome, 501:11,023[A ]| And Wonder of all Christendom. 501:11,024[A ]| And therefore Oates has well deserv'd, 501:11,025[A ]| From Musty Barn to be prefer'd, 501:11,026[A ]| And now in Royal Court preserv'd, 501:11,027[A ]| That, like Hesperian Fruit, Oates may 501:11,028[A ]| Be watch'd and Garded night and Day; 501:11,029[A ]| Which is but just Retaliation 501:11,030[A ]| For having Guarded a whole Nation. 501:11,031[A ]| Hence every lofty Plant which stands 501:11,032[A ]| 'Twixt Barwick Wals and Dover Sands, 501:11,033[A ]| The Oake it self, which well we stile 501:11,034[A ]| The Pride and safe-guard of our Isle, 501:11,035[A ]| Must Wave and Strike its lofty Head, 501:11,036[A ]| And now Salute an Oaten Reed: 501:11,037[A ]| For surely Oates deserves to be 501:11,038[A ]| Exalted far 'bove any Tree. 501:11,039[A ]| Th'Egyptians once (tho' it seems odd) 501:11,040[A ]| Did worship Onyons for a God; 501:11,041[A ]| And poor peel'd Garlick was with them 501:11,042[A ]| Esteem'd beyond the greatest Gemm. 501:11,043[A ]| What would they've done, had they, think ye, 501:11,044[A ]| Had such a Blade of Oates as we? 501:11,045[A ]| Oates of such known Divinity! 501:11,046[A ]| Since then by Oates such good we find, 501:11,047[A ]| Let Oates at least now be enshrin'd, 501:11,048[A ]| Or in some sacred Press enclos'd 501:11,049[A ]| Be only kept to be expos'd; 501:11,050[A ]| And all fond Reliques else, shall be 501:11,051[A ]| Deem'd Objects of Idolatry. 501:11,052[A ]| Popelings may tell us, how they saw 501:11,053[A ]| Their Garnet's Picture on a Straw;70 501:11,054[A ]| 'Twas a great miracle we know 501:11,055[A ]| To see him drawn in little so, 501:11,056[A ]| But on an Oaten Stalk, there is 501:11,057[A ]| A greater miracle than this, 501:11,058[A ]| A Visage, which with lively Grace 501:11,059[A ]| Does Twenty Garnets now Out-face, 501:11,060[A ]| And like Twig of Dodona's Grove 501:11,061[A ]| E'en speaks as if inspir'd by Jove. 501:11,062[A ]| Nay, to add to the Wonder more, 501:11,063[A ]| Declares unheard-of Things before, 501:11,064[A ]| And Thousand mysteries does unfold, 501:11,065[A ]| As plain as Oracles of old; 501:11,066[A ]| By which we steer affaires of State, 501:11,067[A ]| And stave off Britain's sullen Fate. 501:11,068[A ]| Let's then, in honour of the name 501:11,069[A ]| Of Oates enact some Solemn Game, 501:11,070[A ]| Where Oaten Pipe shall us inspire 501:11,071[A ]| Beyond the Charms of Orpheus' Lyre; 501:11,072[A ]| Stones, Stocks and every Senceless thing 501:11,073[A ]| To Oates shall dance, to Oates shall sing, 501:11,074[A ]| Whilst Woods amaz'd to th'Ecchos ring. 501:11,075[A ]| And as (that Heroes' names may not 501:11,076[A ]| When they are rotten, be forgot) 501:11,077[A ]| We hang Atchievements o're their Dust 501:11,078[A ]| (A debt to their great merits just): 501:11,079[A ]| So if Deserts of Oates we prize, 501:11,080[A ]| Let Oates still hang before our eyes; 501:11,081[A ]| Thereby to raise our Contemplation, 501:11,082[A ]| Oates being to this Happy Nation 501:11,083[A ]| The Mystic Embleme of Salvation. 501:12,000@@@@@| 501:12,000[' ]| 501:12,000[' ]| 501:12,001[A ]| Long days of absence, Dear, I could endure, 501:12,002[A ]| If thy divided heart were mine secure, 501:12,003[A ]| But each minute I find myself without thee, 501:12,004[A ]| Methinks I find my Rival's arms about thee. 501:12,005[A ]| But she perhaps her interest can improve, 501:12,006[A ]| By all the studied arts of wealth and love; 501:12,007[A ]| Whilst I, alas! poor kind and harmless Creature, 501:12,008[A ]| Plung'd in true patience, trust me it shews good nature. 501:12,009[A ]| In her fair hand lay silver and rich gold, 501:12,010[A ]| But what I must not name let my hand hold: 501:12,011[A ]| Give her rich robes, and jewels without measure, 501:12,012[A ]| Do but allow me every night the pleasure. 501:12,013[A ]| I dye to think that hapless I should lose, 501:12,014[A ]| Those sweet imbraces no one can refuse, 501:12,015[A ]| Yet dare I not for shame my flames discover, 501:12,016[A ]| I dread the name of, Poor Forsaken Lover. 501:12,017[A ]| If she have wit and beauty, charms of love, 501:12,018[A ]| Some think I have the same, and those will move; 501:12,019[A ]| If she can smile, and kiss, and cling about you, 501:12,020[A ]| All these I'll do before I'll go without you. 501:12,021[A ]| O let not all my Rivals laugh and say, 501:12,022[A ]| I am become a silly Cast-away; 501:12,023[A ]| Though all are bound to pay you wealth and honour, 501:12,024[A ]| It all comes short of what you lay upon her. 501:12,025[A ]| I'll force my soul, and summon all my charms, 501:12,026[A ]| E'er any she shall lye within your arms, 501:12,027[A ]| Except I found decays in every feature, 501:12,028[A ]| Or that old age had spoil'd the works of Nature. 501:12,029[A ]| Oh! oh! my Dear, where art, where art thou now? 501:12,030[A ]| Hear my sweet call, and hearken to my vow, 501:12,031[A ]| What tho' you love her, yet you ought to leave her, 501:12,032[A ]| I vow my heart shall be thine own for ever. 501:12,033[A ]| I'll act such things, I'll laugh, and dance, and sing, 501:12,034[A ]| I'll hug and kiss, and love like any thing; 501:12,035[A ]| Then change me not, till I can do no longer, 501:12,036[A ]| I'll use a means to make my spirits stronger. 501:12,037[A ]| But if she must have interest in your heart, 501:12,038[A ]| Dear Love, let it be but the weaker part; 501:12,039[A ]| Or if she once enjoys a greater blessing, 501:12,040[A ]| You know my thoughts without the words expressing. 501:12,041[A ]| Should I be left by you, and quite forlorn, 501:12,042[A ]| All other objects my proud heart would scorn; 501:12,043[A ]| But if you still persist and will not mind me, 501:12,044[A ]| I'll mourn to death and leave her here behind me. 501:12,045[A ]| When Death hath done its worst, and I am cold, 501:12,046[A ]| 'Twill force a sigh when you such clay behold; 501:12,047[A ]| Alas! too late you'll with your Friends lament me, 501:12,048[A ]| But when I was alive you'd not content me. 501:13,000@@@@@| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,001[A ]| Sweet lovely Youth, let not a Womans Crime 501:13,002[A ]| Obstruct her Fair and Amorous Design. 501:13,003[A ]| Since my Devotion to your Lips is due, 501:13,004[A ]| And those fair Eyes are ever in my view; 501:13,005[A ]| Rather, than hurt that pretty Face of yours, 501:13,006[A ]| I'd suffer more than Tantalus endures; 501:13,007[A ]| Yet hurried on too fast by Love and Fate, 501:13,008[A ]| I do repent my forward zeal too late. 501:13,009[A ]| But I have other Favours yet in store, 501:13,010[A ]| Payment at sight, to your Victorious power. 501:13,011[A ]| My Rougher Fan, but as a Signal sent, 501:13,012[A ]| Of those much softer Blessings that were meant. 501:13,013[A ]| I'll heal your Lips, and put you out of Pain, 501:13,014[A ]| And Kiss, and Kiss, till they are well again. 501:13,015[A ]| I have a Balm which can your ease restore, 501:13,016[A ]| And you shall never Sigh and Languish more: 501:13,017[A ]| Days, Weeks, and Months, we will our Loves renew, 501:13,018[A ]| And still Love on, till Death proclaims, Adieu. 501:14,000@@@@@| 501:14,000[' ]| 501:14,000[' ]| 501:14,001[A ]| Let Ancients boast no more 501:14,002[A ]| Their lewd Imperial Whore 501:14,003[A ]| Whose everlasting Lust 501:14,004[A ]| Surviv'd her Body's latest thrust, 501:14,005[A ]| And when that Transitory dust 501:14,006[A ]| Had no more vigour left in Store 501:14,007[A ]| Was still as fresh and active as before. 501:14,008[A ]| Her glory must give place 501:14,009[A ]| To one of Modern Brittish race 501:14,010[A ]| Whose ev'ry dayly act exceeds 501:14,011[A ]| The other's most Transcendant deeds; 501:14,012[A ]| Shee has at length made good 501:14,013[A ]| That there is Human Flesh and Blood 501:14,014[A ]| Ev'n able to outdoe 501:14,015[A ]| All that their loosest Wishes prompt 'em to. 501:14,016[A ]| When shee has jaded quite 501:14,017[A ]| Her allmost boundless Appetite, 501:14,018[A ]| Cloy'd with the choicest Banquetts of delight, 501:14,019[A ]| She'l still drudge on in Tastless vice 501:14,020[A ]| As if shee sinn'd for Exercise 501:14,021[A ]| Disabling stoutest Stallions ev'ry hour, 501:14,022[A ]| And when they can perform no more 501:14,023[A ]| She'l rail at 'em and kick 'em out of door. 501:14,024[A ]| Monmouth and Candish droop 501:14,025[A ]| As first did Henningham and Scroop, 501:14,026[A ]| Nay Scabby Ned looks thinn and pale 501:14,027[A ]| And sturdy Frank himself begins to Fail. 501:14,028[A ]| But Woe betide him if he does 501:14,029[A ]| She'l sett her Jocky on his Toes 501:14,030[A ]| And he shall end the Quarell without Blows. 501:14,031[A ]| Now tell me all ye Powers 501:14,032[A ]| Who e're could equall this lewd Dame of ours? 501:14,033[A ]| Lais her self must yield 501:14,034[A ]| And vanquish'd Julia quitt the Field, 501:14,035[A ]| Nor can that Princess one day fam'd 501:14,036[A ]| As wonder of the Earth 501:14,037[A ]| For Minataurus' gloryous Birth 501:14,038[A ]| With Admiration any more be nam'd. 501:14,039[A ]| These puny Heroins of History 501:14,040[A ]| Eclips'd by her shall all forgotten be 501:14,041[A ]| Whil'st her great Name confronts Eternity. 501:15,000@@@@@| 501:15,000[' ]| 501:15,001[A ]| Since, O ye Pow'rs, ye have bestow'd on me 501:15,002[A ]| So great a kindness for Virginity, 501:15,003[A ]| Suffer me not to fall into the Pow'rs 501:15,004[A ]| Of Mens almost Omnipotent Amours; 501:15,005[A ]| But in this happy Life let me remain, 501:15,006[A ]| Fearless of Twenty five and all its train, 501:15,007[A ]| Of slights or scorns, or being call'd Old Maid, 501:15,008[A ]| Those Goblings which so many have betray'd: 501:15,009[A ]| Like harmless Kids, that are pursu'd by Men, 501:15,010[A ]| For safety run into a Lyon's Den. 501:15,011[A ]| Ah lovely State how strange it is to see, 501:15,012[A ]| What mad conceptions some have made of thee, 501:15,013[A ]| As though thy Being was all wretchedness, 501:15,014[A ]| Or foul deformity i'th' ugliest dress; 501:15,015[A ]| Whereas thy Beauty's pure, Celestial, 501:15,016[A ]| Thy thoughts Divine, thy words Angelical: 501:15,017[A ]| And such ought all thy Votaries to be, 501:15,018[A ]| Or else they're so, but for necessity. 501:15,019[A ]| A Virgin bears the impress of all good, 501:15,020[A ]| In that dread Name all Vertue's understood: 501:15,021[A ]| So equal all her looks, her mien, her dress, 501:15,022[A ]| That nought but modesty seems in excess. 501:15,023[A ]| And when she any treats or visits make, 501:15,024[A ]| 'Tis not for tattle, but for Friendship's sake; 501:15,025[A ]| Her Neighb'ring Poor she do's adopt her Heirs, 501:15,026[A ]| And less she cares for her own good than theirs; 501:15,027[A ]| And by Obedience testifies she can 501:15,028[A ]| Be as good a Subject as the stoutest Man. 501:15,029[A ]| She to her Church such filial duty pays, 501:15,030[A ]| That one would think she'd liv'd i'th' pristine days. 501:15,031[A ]| Her Closet, where she do's much time bestow, 501:15,032[A ]| Is both her Library and Chappel too, 501:15,033[A ]| Where she enjoys society alone, 501:15,034[A ]| I'th' Great Three-One 501:15,035[A ]| She drives her whole Lives business to these Ends, 501:15,036[A ]| To serve her God, enjoy her Books and Friends. 501:16,000@@@@@| 501:16,000[' ]| 501:16,000[' ]| 501:16,001[A ]| To friend and to foe, 501:16,002[A ]| To all that I know, 501:16,003[A ]| That to Marriage Estate do prepare, 501:16,004[A ]| Remember your days 501:16,005[A ]| In several ways, 501:16,006[A ]| Are troubled with sorrow and care. 501:16,007[A ]| For he that doth look 501:16,008[A ]| In the married man's book, 501:16,009[A ]| And read but his Items all over, 501:16,010[A ]| Shall finde them to come, 501:16,011[A ]| At length to a Sum, 501:16,012[A ]| Shall empty Purse, Pocket, and Coffer. 501:16,013[A ]| In the pastimes of love, 501:16,014[A ]| When their labors do prove, 501:16,015[A ]| And the Fruit beginneth to kick, 501:16,016[A ]| For this, and for that, 501:16,017[A ]| And I know not for what, 501:16,018[A ]| The woman must have, or be sick. 501:16,019[A ]| There's Item set down, 501:16,020[A ]| For a Loose-bodied Gown, 501:16,021[A ]| In her longing you must not deceive her; 501:16,022[A ]| For a Bodkin, a Ring, 501:16,023[A ]| Or the other fine thing, 501:16,024[A ]| For a Whisk, a Scarf, or a Beaver. 501:16,025[A ]| Deliver'd and well, 501:16,026[A ]| Who is't cannot tell, 501:16,027[A ]| Thus while the Childe lies at the Nipple, 501:16,028[A ]| There's Item for wine, 501:16,029[A ]| And Gossips so fine, 501:16,030[A ]| And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple. 501:16,031[A ]| There's Item I hope, 501:16,032[A ]| For Water and Sope, 501:16,033[A ]| There's Item for Fire and Candle, 501:16,034[A ]| For better for worse, 501:16,035[A ]| There's Item for Nurse, 501:16,036[A ]| The Babe to dress and to dandle. 501:16,037[A ]| When swadled in lap, 501:16,038[A ]| There's Item for Pap, 501:16,039[A ]| And Item for Pot, Pan, and Ladle; 501:16,040[A ]| A Corral with Bells, 501:16,041[A ]| Which custom compells, 501:16,042[A ]| And Item ten Groats for a Cradle; 501:16,043[A ]| With twenty odd Knacks, 501:16,044[A ]| Which the little one lacks, 501:16,045[A ]| And thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee: 501:16,046[A ]| But this is the sport, 501:16,047[A ]| In Countrey and Court, 501:16,048[A ]| Then let not these pastimes betray thee.