Chor. And lay ye down your pipes together,
As weary, not o'ercome by either.
And lay ye down your pipes. The original edition reads And lay we down our pipes.
717. TRUE SAFETY.
'Tis not the walls or purple that defends
A prince from foes, but 'tis his fort of friends.
718. A PROGNOSTIC.
As many laws and lawyers do express
Nought but a kingdom's ill-affectedness;
Even so, those streets and houses do but show
Store of diseases where physicians flow.
719. UPON JULIA'S SWEAT.
Would ye oil of blossoms get?
Take it from my Julia's sweat:
Oil of lilies and of spike?
From her moisture take the like.
Let her breathe, or let her blow,
All rich spices thence will flow.
Spike, lavender.