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COME, spur away,
I have no patience for a longer stay,
And leave the chargeable noise of this great
I will the country see
Tho' hid in grey,
Doth look more gay
Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.
Farewel you city wits, that are
Almost at civil war ;
"Tis time that I grow wise when all the world grows
I will not spend to gain an idiot's praise:
Or to make sport
For some slight puny of the inns of court.
Then, worthy Stafford, say,
How shall we spend the day?
With what delights
Shorten the nights
When from this tumult we are got secure;
Where every word is thought, and every thought
There, from the tree
We'll cherries pluck, and pick the strawberry;
Go see the wholesome girls make hay,
Whose brown hath lovelier grace
Than any painted face
That I do know
Hyde Park can shew;
Where I had rather gain a kiss, than meet (Though some of them, in greater state, Might court my love with plate)
The beauties of the Cheape, and wives of Lombard -street.
But think upon
Some other pleasures, these to me are none.
Of women, that are things against my fate? I never mean to wed
That torture to my bed.
My love shall be:
Let clowns get wealth and heirs !-when I am gone, And the great bugbear, grisly death,
Shall take this idle breath,
If I a poem leave, that poem is my son.
Of this no more
We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store;
Our palates, from the damson to the grape.
Then full, we'll seek a shade,
And hear what music's made;
Her tale doth tell,
And how the other birds do fill the quire,
The thrush and blackbird lend their throats,
We will all sports enjoy, which others but desire.
Where,at what fowl we please,our hawks shall fly.
To hunt the crafty fox, or tim'rous hare;
But let our hounds run loose
In any ground they choose:
The buck shall fall,
The stag and all.
Our pleasures must from their own warrants be, For to my muse, if not to me,
I am sure all game is free;
Heav'n, earth, are all but parts of her great royalty. And when we mean
To taste of Bacchus' blessings now and then,
And drink by stealth
A cup or two to noble Barkley's health,
Lets through his ears
A madness to distemper all the brain.
And Doric music make,
To civilize with graver notes our wits again.
WHEN love, with unconfined wings,
Hovers within my gates;
And my divine Althea brings
When flowing cups run swiftly round,
Our careless heads with roses crown'd, Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
When linnet like confined, I
With shriller note shall sing,
The mercy, sweetness, majesty
When I shall voice aloud how good
Th' enlarged winds that curl the flood
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
That for a hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
WHY dost thou say I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be?
Lady, it is already morn;
It was last night I swore to thee
Yet have I lov'd thee well, and long;
AMARANTHA, sweet and fair,
Ah! braid no more that shining hair; As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, let it fly.
Let it fly as unconfin'd
As its calm ravisher the wind;
Do not then bind up that light