Nor affift our affairs With their monies nor their wares, But only with their prayers. Thus they did perfift, For when It was mov'd there and then And because they are loth They must give word and oath, Thus the conftitution Condemns them every one, But John (Our friend) Molleffon Thought us to have out-gone Like the prophets of yore, And For he is one too, or would be; But he drinks no wine, Which is a fhrewd fign That all's not fo well as it should be. These three, when they drink, Not old with their years, Nor cold with their fears; But their angry stars still defying. Mirth makes them not mad, But of that they are feldom in danger;' At the Hague they're at home; TO SIR JOHN MENNIS, Being invited from Calais to Bologne, to eat a Pig. ALL on a weeping Monday, With a fat Bulgarian sloven, To Bologne is gone, Whom I think they call old Loven. Hadft thou not thy fill of carting, When When nofe lay in breech, A knight by land and water Thou might't have ta'en example, As thy predeceffor Dory. And the snow which you know is a melter. But with thee to inveigle That tender ftripling Aftcot, Who was foak'd to the skin, Through drugget fo thin, Having neither coat nor waistcoat. He being proudly mounted, For thief without grace, That goes to make a wry mouth. Nor 1 Why all the tributes land and fea affords Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards ? Of the rich grape, whilst musick charms their ears. We stand the first; that when our Licians fee Or if death fought not them who feek not death, MARTIAL 'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes, That I prize, Quick conceits, or fharp replies, If wife thou wilt appear and knowing, Repartie, Repartie, To what I'm doing. Pr'ythee why the room fo dark? Not a spark Left to light me to the mark; I love day-light and a candle, As well as handle. Why fo many bolts and locks, Coats and fmocks, And thofe drawers with a pox ? I could with, could nature make it, Nakednefs, nakedness Itfelf were naked. |