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Contracts a sadder colour, and lesse faire :
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,
| Tapster, waiter, as before. G.
? More accurately, 'catch-poll' = a bailiff's assistant : a derisive name.
When riotous sinfull plush, and tell-tale spurs
| 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;
1 Julius Cæsar. G.
And let none his cup forsake,
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
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,
And cheate your eyes. Just so base, sublanarie lovers' hearts
Fed on loose prophane desires,
May for an eye,
Or face comply:
And shew their art,
And painted fires.
Carelesso to misse,
A glance or kisse,
And court the mind. Thus to the North the loadstones move, And thus to them th' canmour'd steel aspires :
I doe affect;
Spirits and stars conspire :
TO AMORET WEEPING.
EAVE Amoret, melt not away so fast
wealthiest cast Deserves not one such pearle : for these well spent,