 | The Poetical Works of the Ingenious and Learned William Meston |  |
Here stopt the youth, and claw'd his pate;
But Phoebus pulling off his hat,
Said, “By my saul, believe't who list,
‘A better wench yet never pist,
‘Than was thy mother, nor more true
‘To me; I'll give the devil his due.
‘Or if she did; for who can fix
‘A woman's heart, with others mix,
‘Thy carrot-pow can testify
‘That none thy father is but I.
‘That I may put thee out of doubt,
‘Now, Phaeton, look round about,
‘Ask any thing; for, as I live,
‘Thou cannot ask what I'll not give.
‘ May Phoebus never see, I pray,
‘The morning of another day,
‘But in a halter may I hing,
‘If I deny thee any thing.”
But Phoebus pulling off his hat,
Said, “By my saul, believe't who list,
‘A better wench yet never pist,
‘Than was thy mother, nor more true
‘To me; I'll give the devil his due.
‘Or if she did; for who can fix
‘A woman's heart, with others mix,
‘Thy carrot-pow can testify
‘That none thy father is but I.
‘That I may put thee out of doubt,
‘Now, Phaeton, look round about,
‘Ask any thing; for, as I live,
‘Thou cannot ask what I'll not give.
‘ May Phoebus never see, I pray,
‘The morning of another day,
‘But in a halter may I hing,
‘If I deny thee any thing.”
| The Poetical Works of the Ingenious and Learned William Meston | |