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Yet they, poor souls, think, for their credit,
'Cause he deserved enough.
6 There is one of the cross's nails,
And, if he will, may kneel;
It is as true as steel.
7 There is a lanthorn which the Jews,
It weighs my weight downright;
And then 'twas very light.
8 There's one saint there hath lost his nose, Another's head, but not his toes,
His elbow and his thumb;
And so away
9 We came to Paris, on the Seine,
'Tis Europe's greatest town;
That walk it up and down.
10 There many strange things are to see, The palace and great gallery,
The Place Royal doth excel,
The New Bridge, and the statutes there,
The steeple bears the bell.
11 For learning the University,
The house the queen did build.
12 The Bastille and St Denis Street,
The Arsenal no toy;
Oh, 'tis a hopeful boy!
13 He is, of all his dukes and peers, ,
Nor must you think it much;
Oh, never king made such!
'Tis known to every one; The Duke of Guise gave him a parrot, And he had twenty cannons for it,
For his new galleon.
15 Oh that I e'er might have the hap To get the bird which in the map
Is call'd the Indian ruck!
I'd give it him, and hope to be
Or else I had ill-luck.
16 Birds round about his chamber stand, And he them feeds with his own hand,
'Tis his humility; And if they do want anything, They need but whistle for their king,
And he comes presently.
17 But now, then, for these parts he must Be enstyled Lewis the Just,
Great Henry's lawful heir;
Than of the great Navarre.
18 He hath besides a pretty quirk, Taught him by nature, how to work
In iron with much ease; Sometimes to the forge he goes, There he knocks and there he blows,
And makes both locks and keys;
19 Which puts a doubt in every one, Whether he be Mars' or Vulcan's son,
Some few believe his mother;
As much the one as th' other.
20 The people too dislike the youth, Alleging reasons, for, in truth,
Mothers should honour'd be;
he loves her rather As well as ere she loved her father,
And that's notoriously.
21 His queen,* a pretty little wench,
She's ne'er like to be mother;
By uncle or by brother.
22 Nor why should Lewis, being so just,
With his Lucina's mate,
So to degenerate?
23 'Twere charity for to be known
And why? it is no shame,
Who, men thought, did the same.
FAREWELL TO THE FAIRIES.
1 Farewell, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies
Do fare as well as they.
Than maids were wont to do,
2 Lament, lament, old Abbeys,
The fairies lost command;
But some have changed your land;
Are now grown Puritans;
For love of your domains. .
3 At morning and at evening both,
You merry were and glad,
These pretty ladies had;
Or Cis to milking rose,
And nimbly went their toes.
Of theirs, which yet remain,
On many a grassy plain;
And later, James came in,
As when the time hath been.
5 By which we note the fairies
Were of the old profession,
Their dances were procession:
Or gone beyond the seas;
Or else they take their ease.