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Here's noe dinne, noe hurry,
None seekes here to curry
Fauour, by base meanes:
Flatt'ry's hence excluded;
Hee's secluded
Who speakes ought, but what hee meanes.

3

Though your talcke, and weeds bee
Glittering, yett your deeds bee
Poore, wee them dispize:
Silken are our actions,
And our pactions,
Though our coates and words bee frize.

4

Here's noe lawyer brawling;
Rising poore, rich falling;
Each is what hee was:
That wee have, enioying;
Not annoying
Any good, another has.

5

There y'haue ladyes gawdy;
Dames, that can talke bawdy;
True, w'haue none such here:
Yett our girles loue surely,
And haue purely
Cheekes unpainted, soules most cleare.

6

Sweet, and fresh our ayre is;
Each brooke coole, and fayre is;
On the grasse wee treade:
Foule's your ayre, streets, water;
And thereafter
Are the liues which there you leade.

7

Not our time in drenching,
Cramming, gaming, wenching,
Here wee cast away:
Yett wee too, are jolly;
Melancholly
Comes not neare us, night nor day.

8

Scarce the morne is peeping
But wee straight leaue sleeping,
From our beds wee rise:

To the fields then hye wee,
And there ply wee
Wholsome, harmelesse exercise.

9

Each comes back a winner;
Each brings home his dinner,
Which was first his sport:
And uppon itt feasting,
Toying, ieasting,
W'enuy not your cates att court.

10

Th'afternoones wee loose not,
Idlenesse wee choose not,
But are still employ'd:
Dancers some, some bowlers,
Some are fowlers,
Some in angling most are ioy'd.

11

Th'euening home-wards brings us,
Whither hunger wings us;
Ready soone's our food:
Spare, light, sweet to th'pallett,
And a sallett
To refresh our heated blood.

12

Pleasantly then talking
Forth wee goe a walking;
Thence returne to rest:
Noe sad dreame incumbers
Our sweet slumbers;
Innocence thus makes us blest.

13

Keepe now, keepe to th'citty
Fondlings! y' haue my pitty,
But my enuy, not:
Since much larger measure
Of true pleasure
You see's in the country gott.