 | The Workes of Benjamin Jonson |  |
[New yeares, expect new gifts: Sister, your Harpe]
New yeares, expect new gifts: Sister, your Harpe,Lute, Lyre, Theorbo, all are call'd to day.
Your change of Notes, the flat, the meane, the sharpe,
To shew the rites, and t'usher forth the way
Of the New Yeare, in a new silken warpe.
To fit the softnesse of our Yeares-gift: When
We sing the best of Monarchs, Masters, Men;
For, had we here said lesse, we had sung nothing then.
| The Workes of Benjamin Jonson | |