 | In commendation of Mounsieur Erondel |  |
In commendation of Mounsieur Erondel, and his Garden.
Swift
Erondell, why hast thou been so slowe,
Whose nature is to bring the Sommer in?
Why hast thou let the balefull winter blowe,
Ere thou to chaunt thy natiue tunes begin?
Thy braine replenish't, and thy fethers grow'ne,
Why is thy worth and worke so long vnknowne?
Whose nature is to bring the Sommer in?
Why hast thou let the balefull winter blowe,
Ere thou to chaunt thy natiue tunes begin?
Thy braine replenish't, and thy fethers grow'ne,
Why is thy worth and worke so long vnknowne?
Ladies haue long'd to match old Holliband,
That they with men might parle out their parte:
Their wittes are rare, and they haue tongues at hand,
Of Nature full, their onely want is Arte:
Where former age regarded not their neede,
Before all others thou hast done the deede.
That they with men might parle out their parte:
Their wittes are rare, and they haue tongues at hand,
Of Nature full, their onely want is Arte:
Where former age regarded not their neede,
Before all others thou hast done the deede.
But that's not all: besides discourse with men,
This Garden yeeldes an Arbour for the Childe:
Who with the busie Mother now and then
May prattle of each point in phrases milde
The witty Boies, of Bookes, of sport and play,
The pretie Lasses of their worke all day.
This Garden yeeldes an Arbour for the Childe:
Who with the busie Mother now and then
May prattle of each point in phrases milde
The witty Boies, of Bookes, of sport and play,
The pretie Lasses of their worke all day.
Then seeing thou hast brought them their delight,
And answered their longing expectation:
Gramercy Monsieur, for this winters flight,
Which framest French for euery seemely action:
For why? this Garden others all exceedes,
Where euerie one gets flowers, none finde weedes.
And answered their longing expectation:
Gramercy Monsieur, for this winters flight,
Which framest French for euery seemely action:
For why? this Garden others all exceedes,
Where euerie one gets flowers, none finde weedes.
S. D.
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