HERRICK UP TO DATE.

Why tye I about thy wrist,

JULIA, this my silken twist?

For what other reason is't,

But to show (in theorie)

Thou sweet captive art to me;

Which, of course, is fiddlededee!

Runne and aske the nearest Judge,

He will tell thee 'tis pure fudge;

When thou willest, thou mayst trudge;

I'm thy Bondslave, Hymen's pact

Bindeth me in law and fact;

Thou art free in will and act;

'Tis but silke that bindeth thee,

Snap the thread, and thou art free:

But 'tis otherwise with me.

I am bound, and bound fast so

That from thee I cannot go.

(Hah! We'll have this altered, though.

Man must be a wing-clipp'd goose

If he bows to Hymen's noose,—

Heads you winne, and tails I lose!)