He raves through leane, he rages through the fat; ON HIMSELFE. BORNE I was to meet with age, Ile have nought to say to you; But Ile spend my comming houres, Drinking wine, and crown'd with flowres. FORTUNE FAVOURS. FORTUNE did never favour one Fully, without exception; Though free she be, ther's something yet The soft sweet mosse shall be thy bed, The tongues of kids shall be thy meate; Their milke thy drinke; and thou shalt eate The paste of filberts for thy bread, For meat, shall give thee melody. Ile give thee chaines and carkanets A bag and bottle thou shalt have, The Queen of Roses for that yeere ; In wicker-baskets maids shal bring And shame-fac't plum, all simp'ring there, These, nay, and more, thine own shall be, TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESSE SUSANNA HERRICK. WHEN I consider, dearest, thou dost stay But here awhile, to languish and decay; Like to these garden glories, which here be The flowrie sweet resemblances of thee: With griefe of heart, methinks, I thus doe cry, Wo'd thou hast ne'r been born, or might'st not die. UPON MISTRESSE SUSANNA SOUTHWELL, RARE are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show Ripe cherries smiling, while that others blow. UPON HER EYES. CLEERE are her eyes, That turns each sphere, UPON HER FEET. HER pretty feet Like snailes did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in agen. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, SIR JOHN MINCE. FOR civill, cleane, and circumcised wit, Thou art the man, the onely man best known, From whom we'l reckon wit came in, but since The calculation of thy birth, brave Mince. UPON HIS GRAY HAIRES. FLY me not, though I be gray; Better look the roses red, When with white commingled. Black your haires are; mine are white; This begets the more delight, When things meet most opposite; As in pictures we descry Venus standing Vulcan by. ACCUSATION. IF Accusation onely can draw blood, |