Sa Miscellaneous Poems.

He knew his own weak Side, and dreamt in Bed,She had, or would be planting on his Head.

He knew not Cato, for his Wit was rude,

That Men ihould wed with their Similitude.

Like ihould with Like, in Love and Years, engage,For Youth can never be a Rhyme to Age.

Hence Jealousies create a nuptial War,

And the warm Seasons with the frigid jar:

But when the Trap’s once down, he must endureHis Fate, and Patience is the only Cure,

Perhaps his Father, and a hundred moreOf honest Christians, were thus serv’d before.

Fair was his charming Consort, and withalL ender her Waste, and like a Weasel' s, small.

She had a Girdle barred all with Silk,

And a clean Apron, white as Morrow Milk.

White as her Smock, embroider’d all before,

Which on her Loins in many Plaits she wore.

Broad was her silken Fillet, set full high,

And oft she twinkled with a liquorish Bye.

Her Brows were arched like a bended Bow,

Like Marble smooth, and blacker than a Sloe,

She softer far than Wool, or fleecy Snow.

Were you to search the Universe around,

So gay a Wench was never to be found.

With greater Brightness did her Colour thine,

Than a new Noble of the freshest Coin.

Shrill was her Song, and loud her piercing Note,No Swa/law on a Barn had such a Throat.

To this she skipp’d and caper’d, like a Lamb,

Or Kid, or Cats, when they pursue their Dam»Sweet as Metheglin was her Honey Lip,

Or Hoard of Apples which in Hay are kept.

Wincing she was, as is a jolly Colt,

Long as a Mast, and upright as a Bolt,

Above her Ancles laced was her Shoe ;

She was a Primrose, and a Pigsnye too ;

And sit to lig by any Christian’s Side,

Or a Lord’s Mistress, or a Yeoman’s Bride,