So naked trees get crisped heads,
And cullord coates the roughest meads,
And all get vigour, youth, and spright,
That are but look'd on by his light.
FROM THE HONOUR OF WALES.
I' is not come here to tauke of Brut,
From whence the Welse do's take his root;
Nor tell long pedegree of prince Camber,
Whose linage would fill aull this chamber;
Nor sing the deeds of old saint Davy,
The ursip of which would fill a navy.
But harke yow me now, for a liddell tales
S'all make a gread deale to the credit of Wales;
CHORUS.
In which wee 'Il toudg your eares,
With the praise of her thirteen s'eeres; And make yow as glad and merrie As fourteene pot of perrie. Still, still we'll toudg your eares with the praise, &c.
'T is true, was weare him sherkin freize,
But what is that? we have store of s'eize,
And Got his plenty of goat's milke
That sell him well, will buy him silke
Inough to make him fine to quarrell
At Hereford-sizes in new apparell;
And get him as much greene melmet perhap,
S' all give it a face to his Monmouth cap.
But then the ore of Lemster,
By got is never a sempster;
That when he is spun, ore did, Yet match him with hir thrid
Still, still, &c.
RHEESE.
AULL this 's the backs now, let us tell yee,
Of some provisions for the bellie:
As cid, and goat, and great goate's mother,
And runt, and cow, and good cowe's uther.
And once but taste o' the Welse mutton,
Your Englis s'eep's not worth a button.
And then for your fiss, s' all shoose it your diss,
Looke but about, and there is a trout.
A salmon, cor, or chevin,
Will feed you six or seven,
As taull man as ever swagger,
With Welse hooke, or long dagger.
Still, still, &c.
EVAN.
BUT aull this while was never thinke
A word in praise of our Welse drinke,
Yet for aull that, is a cup of bragat,
All England s'eere, may cast his cab-at.
And what you say to ale of Webley,
Toudge him as well, you 'll praise him trebly,
As well as metheglin, or sidar, or meath,
S all s'ake it your dagger quite out o' the seath.
And oat-cake of Guarthenion,
With a goodly lecke or onion,
To give as sweet a rellis
As ere did harper, Ellis.
Still, still, &c.
HOWELL.
And yet, is nothing now all this,
If of our musiques we doe misse;
Both harpes and pipes too; and the crowd,
Must all come in and tauke alowd,
As lowd as Bangu, Davie's bell,
Of which is no doubt yow have here tell,
As well as our lowder Wrexham organ,
And rumbling rocks in s'eere Glamorgan;
Where looke but in the ground there,
And you s'all see a sound there,
That put him aull togedder,
Is sweet as measure pedder.
Still, still, &c.
RHEESE.
Au, but what say yow should it shance too,
That we should leape it in a dance too,
And make it you as great a pleasure,
If but your eyes be now at leasure;
As in your eares s'all leave a laughter,
To last upon you sixe dayes after?
Ha! wella-goe too; let us try to do
As your old Britton, things to be writ on.
Come put on other lookes now,
And lay away your hookes too;
And though yet you ha' no pump, sirs,
Let 'hem heare that yow can jump, sirs.
Still, still, &c.
FROM THE MASQUE PERFORMED AT BURLEIGH.
XXVIII.
FROM the famous peacke of Darby, And the Devil's-arse there hard-by, Where we yearely keepe our musters, Thus the Egiptians throng in clusters.
FROM THE SILENT WOMAN.
XXXIX.
STILL to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfum'd:
Lady, it is to be presum'd,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Than all th' adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
That cannot keep what they do gaine;
And what they raise so ill sustaine!
Rome now is mistris of the whole
World, sea, and land, to either pole;
And even that fortune will destroy
The power that made it: she doth joy
So much in plenty, wealth, and ease,
As now th' excesse is her disease.
She builds in gold; and to the starres;
As if she threatned Heav'n with warres:
And seeks for Hell, in quarries deep,
Giving the fiends, that there do keep,
A hope of day. Her women weare
The spoiles of nations in an eare,
Chang'd for the treasure of a shell!
And in their loose attires do swell
More light than sailes when all winds play:
Yet are the men more loose than they!
More kemb'd, and bath'd, and rub'd, and trim'd,
More sleek'd, more soft, and slacker limm'd;
As prostitute: so much, that kinde
May seek it selfe there, and not finde.
They eat on beds of silk and gold;
At ivory tables; or wood sold
Dearer than it and leaving plate,
Do drink in stone of higher rate.
They hunt all grounds; and draw all seas;
Foule every brook and bush, to please
Their wanton tasts: and in request
Have new and rare things; not the best!
Hence comes that wild and vast expence,
That hath enforc'd Rome's vertue thence,
Which simple poverty first made:
And now ambition doth invade
Her state with eating avarice,
Riot, and every other vice.
Decrees are bought, and lawes are sold,
Honours, and offices for gold;
The people's voyces, and the free
Tongues in the senate bribed be.
Such ruine of her manners Rome
Doth suffer now, as she 's become
(Without the gods it soone gaine-say)
Both her own spoiler and own prey.
So, Asia, 'art thou cru'lly even
With us, for all the blows thee given;
When we whose vertue conquer'd thee,
Thus by thy vices ruin'd be.
II.
GREAT father Mars, and greater Jove,
By whose high auspice Rome hath stood
So long; and first was built in blood
Of your great nephew, that then strove
Not with his brother, but your rites:
Be present to her now, as then,
And let not proud and factious men
Against your wills oppose their mights.
Our consuls now are to be made;
O, put it in the publick voice
To make a free and worthy choice: Excluding such as would invade The common-wealth. Let whom we name, Have wisdome, fore-sight, fortitude, Be more with faith, than face endu'd, And studie conscience above fame.
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