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To make me so well known for my ill rhyme.
Yet Banks his horse + is better known than he ;
So are the camels and the western hog,
And so is Lepidus his printed dogt:

Why doth not Ponticus their fames envy?
Besides, this Muse of mine and the black feather
Grew both together fresh § in estimation;

And both, grown stale, were cast away together: What fame is this that scarce lasts out a fashion?

Only this last in credit doth remain,

That from henceforth each bastard cast-forth rhyme,
Which doth but savour of a libel vein,

Shall call me father, and be thought my crime;
So dull, and with so little sense endu'd,
Is my gross-headed judge, the multitude ||.

my] So eds. B, C.-Not in ed. A.

+ Banks his horse] i. e. Banks's horse: see note, p. 246.

Lepidus his printed dog] i. e. Lepidus's printed dog. So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "Lepidus, hie printed dogge." Of this piece I know nothing. Perhaps, as Mr. Collier observes to me, both The Mastiff Whelp by Goddard, and The Mastive, or Young Whelp of the Olde Dog by Parrot, may have reference to the publication here mentioned by Davies.

§ fresh] So eds. A, B.-Not in ed. C.

the multitude] After these words eds. have "J. D."

IGNOTO*.

I LOVE thee not for sacred chastity,-
Who loves for that?-nor for thy sprightly wit;
I love thee not for thy sweet modesty,
Which makes thee in perfection's throne to sit;
I love thee not for thy enchanting eye,
Thy beauty['s] ravishing perfection;
I love thee not for unchaste luxury†,
Nor for thy body's fair proportion;

I love thee not for that my soul doth dance
And leap with pleasure, when those lips of thine
Give musical and graceful utterance

To some (by thee made happy) poet's line;
I love thee not for voice or slender small‡:
But wilt thou know wherefore? fair sweet, for all.

Faith, wench, I cannot court thy sprightly eyes,
With the base-viol plac'd between my thighs;
I cannot lisp, nor to some fiddle sing,
Nor run upon a high-stretch'd minikin§;

* Ignoto] This copy of verses is found only in ed. A.
+ luxury] i. e. lust.

‡ small] ́i. e. I suppose, either of the waist or of the leg.
§ minikin] i. e. treble-string.

I cannot whine in puling elegies,
Entombing Cupid with sad obsequies;

I am not fashion'd for these amorous times,
To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes;
I cannot dally, caper, dance, and sing,
Oiling my saint with supple sonnetting;
I cannot cross my arms, or sigh " Aye me,
Aye me, forlorn!" egregious foppery!
I cannot buss* thy fill, play with thy hair,
Swearing by Jove, "thou art most debonair!"
Not I, by cock +! but [I] shall tell thee roundly,—
Hark in thine ear,-zounds, I can (

soundly.

) thee

Sweet wench, I love thee: yet I will not sue,
Or shew my love as musky courtiers do;

I'll not carouse a health to honour thee,
In this same bezzling drunken courtesy,
And, when all's quaff'd, eat up my bousing-glass,§
In glory that I am thy servile ass;

Nor will I wear a rotten Bourbon lock,

As some sworn peasant to a female smock.
Well-featur'd lass, thou know'st I love thee dear:
Yet for thy sake I will not bore mine ear,
To hang thy dirty silken shoe-tires there;
*buss] i. e. kiss.

+ cock] A very old corruption of the sacred name. This is proved by the equally common expressions, "Cock's passion," "Cock's body," &c.

bezzling] i. e. tippling, sotting.

§ bousing-glass] i. e. drinking-glass.

Nor for thy love will I once gnash a brick, Or some pied colours in my bonnet stick :But, by the chaps of hell, to do thee good, I'll freely spend my thrice-decocted blood.

THE FIRST BOOK OF LUCAN.

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