664. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. ARTHUR BARTLY.
When after many lusters thou shalt be
Wrapt up in sear-cloth with thine ancestry;
When of thy ragg'd escutcheons shall be seen
So little left, as if they ne'er had been;
Thou shalt thy name have, and thy fame's best trust,
Here with the generation of my Just.
Luster, a period of five years.
665. WHAT KIND OF MISTRESS HE WOULD HAVE.
Be the mistress of my choice
Clean in manners, clear in voice;
Be she witty more than wise,
Pure enough, though not precise;
Be she showing in her dress
Like a civil wilderness;
That the curious may detect
Order in a sweet neglect;
Be she rolling in her eye,
Tempting all the passers-by;
And each ringlet of her hair
An enchantment, or a snare
For to catch the lookers-on;
But herself held fast by none.
Let her Lucrece all day be,
Thais in the night to me.
Be she such as neither will
Famish me, nor overfill.
667. THE ROSEMARY BRANCH.
Grow for two ends, it matters not at all,
Be 't for my bridal or my burial.
669. UPON CRAB. EPIG.
Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known
He keeps the fox fur for to face his own.