Contracts a sadder colour, and lesse faire :
Or is't the drawer's' skill ? hath he no arts
To blind us so, we cann't know pints from quarts ?
No, no, 'tis night : looke where the jolly clowne
Musters his bleating heard, and quits the downe.
Harke! how his rude pipo frets the quiet aire,
Whilst ev'ry hill proclaimes Lycoris faire.
Rich, happy man! that canst thus watch, and sleep,
Free from all cares, but thy wench, pipe and

sheep :
But see the moone is up; view, where she stands
Centinell o're the doore, drawn by the hands
Of some base Painter, that for gaine hath made
Her face the landmarke to the tipling trade.
'Twas wit at first, and wine that made them live :
Choake may the Painter! and his boxe disclose,
No other colours then his fiery nose;
And may we no more of his pencill see,
Then two church wardens, and Mortalitie.

Should we goe now a wandring, we should meet With catchpoles, whores and carts in ev'ry street: Now when each narrow lane, each nooke and care, Signe-posts and shop-doors, pimp for ev'ry knave,

2

| Tapster, waiter, as before. G.

? More accurately, 'catch-poll' = a bailiff's assistant : a derisive name.

G.

When riotous sinfull plush, and tell-tale spurs
Walk Fleet street, and the Strand, when the soft

stirs
Of bawdy, ruffled silks, turn night to day ;
And the lowd whip, and coach, scolds all the way;
When lust of all sorts, and each itchie bloud
From the Tower-wharfe to Cymbeline, and Lud,
Hunts for a mate, and the tyr'd footman reeles
'Twixt chaire men, torches, and the hacking

wheels :
Come, take the other dish; it is to him
That made his horse a senatour :? each brim
Looke big as mine : the gallant, jolly beast
Of all the heid-you'le say-was not the least.

| Cymbeline and Lud were statues or images of ancient kings of those names, which formerly occupied niches in the old Lud-Gate. They were not removed until the gate was taken down in 1761—2. The gate stood on Ludgate Hill, betweene the London Tavern and the Church of St. Martin's, Ludgate. Lud was king of Britain and (so the veracious legend runs) built this gate B.c. 66, Cunobelin or Kimbeline was king, 26 B.C. and died 17 A.D. Tower wharf was the eastern limit of old walled London and Ludgate the western. G.

2 Caligula made his horse Incitatus his colleague in the consul-ship, and therefore a senator (Suetonius). If it had been an 'ass' instead, the culleague-ship had been fitting. G.

Now crown the second bowle, rich as his worth, l'le drinke it to he, that like fire broke forth Into the Senate's face, crost Robicon, And the State's pillars, with their lawes thereon : And made the dull gray beards, and furr'd gowns

fly Into BRUNDUSIUM to consult, and lye :'

This, to brave Sylla! why should it be sed, We drinke more to the living then the dead? Flatt'rers, and fooles doe use it : Let us laugh At our owne honest mirth ; for they that quaffe To honour others, doe like those that sent Their gold and plate to strangers to be spent :

Drink deep : this cup be pregnant : and the wine Spirit of wit, to make us all divine, That big with sack and mirth we may retyre Possessours of more soules, and nobler fire ; And by the influxe of this painted skie, And labour'd formes, to higher matters ilye; So, if a nap shall take us, we shall all,

After full cups have dreames poeticall. Let's laugh now, and the prest grape drinke,

Till the drowsie day-starre winke ; And in our merry, mad mirth run Faster, and further then the sun;

And let none his cup forsake,
Till that starre againe doth wake;
So we men below shall more

Equally with the gods above.

TO AMORET, OF THE DIFFERENCE

'TWIXT HIM AND OTHER LOVERS, AND WHAT TRUE LOVE IS.

ARKE, when the Evening's cooler wings
Fanne the afflicted ayre, how the faint

sunne,
Leaving undone,

What he begunne, Those spurious flames suckt up from slime, and earth

To their first, low birth,

Resignes, and brings. They shoot their tinsill beames, and vanities, Thredding with those false fires their way;

But as you stay

And see them stray,
You loose the flaming track, and subt’ly they

Languish away,

And cheate your eyes. Just so base, sublanarie lovers' hearts

Fed on loose prophane desires,

May for an eye,

Or face comply:
But those removed, they will as soone depart,

And shew their art,

And painted fires.
Whilst I by pow'rfull Loue, so much refin'd,
That my absent soule the same is,

Carelesso to misse,

A glance or kisse,
Can with those elements of lust and sence,

Freely dispence,

And court the mind. Thus to the North the loadstones move, And thus to them th' canmour'd steel aspires :

Thus, Amoret

I doe affect;
And thus by winged beames, and mutuall fire,

Spirits and stars conspire :
And this is Love.

TO AMORET WEEPING.

EAVE Amoret, melt not away so fast
Thy eyes' faire treasure, Fortune's

wealthiest cast Deserves not one such pearle : for these well spent,