Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Master W. H. his Song to his Wife at Windsor.
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Master W. H. his Song to his Wife at Windsor.
Tis
not the guilt of uncancell'd scores
Frights me from thee,
No Ale-wifes Doores
Doe Penance in chalke for me:
No Easterne character
Inscrib'd on the Post,
Of an Hebrew host,
Against me can appeare.
Nere had I the repute,
To be skill'd in the Roote,
Nor indeed was I ever willing,
To discover by what happe
The Fat Harlot of the Tappe
Writes at night and at noone,
For a Tester halfe a Moone,
And a great Round O for a Shilling.
Frights me from thee,
No Ale-wifes Doores
Doe Penance in chalke for me:
No Easterne character
Inscrib'd on the Post,
Of an Hebrew host,
Against me can appeare.
Nere had I the repute,
To be skill'd in the Roote,
Nor indeed was I ever willing,
To discover by what happe
The Fat Harlot of the Tappe
Writes at night and at noone,
For a Tester halfe a Moone,
And a great Round O for a Shilling.
Yet when the Youthfull vigorous Grape
Doth becken me,
That comely shape,
Doth create no Antipathy,
And yet no Rubies shine,
None Glistering lyes,
To dazle mine eyes,
My Flesh is no Chimicke mine:
No Jeweller so base
Shall keepe shop in my face.
Nor drinke I so much to disclose,
By fresh Pimples that rise,
Where the Reckoning lies,
That the Barre-Boy may point
Out the Quart and the Pinte,
And make up his Scores by my Nose.
But when no Indentures rise,
When none consent,
For seaven-yeares lies
To be bound to the Parliament:
When Venne shall be tame,
And see us despise,
The whites of his Eyes,
And the Verilyes of his Dame;
Oh then am I in case,
To come and see thy Face,
Weel have Fire and a Chimney smoaking;
Holy Ven by degrees
Shall begin to freeze,
For if Treason failes,
He may blow his Nailes,
Tis the second Trade that he broke in.
Doth becken me,
That comely shape,
Doth create no Antipathy,
And yet no Rubies shine,
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To dazle mine eyes,
My Flesh is no Chimicke mine:
No Jeweller so base
Shall keepe shop in my face.
Nor drinke I so much to disclose,
By fresh Pimples that rise,
Where the Reckoning lies,
That the Barre-Boy may point
Out the Quart and the Pinte,
And make up his Scores by my Nose.
But when no Indentures rise,
When none consent,
For seaven-yeares lies
To be bound to the Parliament:
When Venne shall be tame,
And see us despise,
The whites of his Eyes,
And the Verilyes of his Dame;
Oh then am I in case,
To come and see thy Face,
Weel have Fire and a Chimney smoaking;
Holy Ven by degrees
Shall begin to freeze,
For if Treason failes,
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Tis the second Trade that he broke in.
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