TO INIGO MARQUIS WOULD-BE. A COROLLARY. But 'cause thou hear'st the mighty King of Spain All kings to do the selfsame deeds as some: A noble honest soul: what's this to thee? Thou paint a lane where Tom Thumb Jeffrey meets,* 44 He some Colossus, to bestride the seas, style, Content thee to be Pancridge earl the while, 42 This passage refers to a current notion, having its origin in Jones's Christian name, that he had a Spaniard for his god-father.-B. 43 Jones did construct the king's cellar. See ante, p. 236. 44 That is, just wide enough to allow of the meeting of Tom Thumb and Jeffrey Hudson [the dwarf]. - G. An earl of show; 45 for all thy worth is show: But when thou turn'st a real Inigo, Or canst of truth the least entrenchment pitch, We'll have thee styled the Marquis of Towerditch. EPITHALAMION. FROM THE MASQUE OF HYMEN. 46 Glad time is at his point arrived, And let no object stay, Nor banquets, but sweet kisses, The turtles from their blisses. And this his last alarm. Shrink not, soft virgin, you will love To which you pressèd are; 45 One of the "worthies" who annually rode to Mile-end, or the Artillery ground, in the procession called Arthur's Show. G. Jones was said to have aspired to a peerage, but there is no better proof of it than can be found in the scurrilous doggerel of the day. -- B. 46 This masque was performed in 1606 at the marriage of Robert, Earl of Essex, son of the Essex of Elizabeth, and Lady Frances, second daughter of the Earl of Suffolk. The marriage was a most inauspicious one, for it was this Lady Frances who, divorced from Essex, married the Earl of Somerset and caused the death of Overbury. But fair and gentle strife And this his last alarm. Help, youths and virgins, help to sing From forth the mother's lap, See! Hesperus is yet in view. Is changed, but not her flame. Haste, tender lady, and adventure; And you, her mistress, see. 47 That she might not touch the threshold as she entered, the bride was lifted over it. Above the threshold high, With prosperous augury. Now youths, let go your pretty arms; Good matrons, that so well are known So! now you may admit him in; But chaste and holy love, Now free from vulgar spite or noise Now, you no fear controls, Till one or both must die! And look! before you yield to slumber That your delights be drawn past number; Joys got with strife, increase. Affect no sleepy peace, But keep the bride's fair eyes Which are but maiden fears; And kisses dry such tears. Then coin them 'twixt your lips so sweet, Nor may your murmuring loves As when your arms are twined: And Juno, whose great powers protect The labor of this night Bless thou, for future light: Glad genius, enlarge; |