Invitation to R. H, An: to change the Citty Life for this in the Cuntry
An Invitation to R. H: to change the Citty Life for this in the Cuntry April 8. 1651
Robin if thou but kiss or sip
In a Good-fellowes fello-ship
Me thinks it might such spirits rayse
Not to be layd the common wayes
Truth is when Conjuring comes in fashion
Figures are usd and Circulation
T'amuse and confidence supplant
Posessing of the Ignorant
But what the Times and Age puts on
Ripens to more perfection
Than any Cube or witchcrafts spell
Can alter in a sillable
Citties and fencing walls were good
When freedom less was understood
And soe agayn those raysd the cause
Whence first we did derive our Lawes
I shall not sound deeper to reach
At what Antiquety doth teach
Only prescribing by the way
That Aintrent Customs ought t'bear sway
There was not known a sute for Rents
In Jabals time who dwelt in Tents
Nor ever durst Presumptions lie
Open neath Heavens Canopy
But when our Guilts increasing calls
For vengeance that claymes sheltring walls
Thus fortefide without all strife
lle guive the Ball to th'Cuntry-life
And swear all entertainments less
Though the Citty hath more Venusses
For may not that deceive withall?
Cuckoos come in with Nightingall
And 'tis a Lesson to discover
Wher on may meet joy in a lover
Some to the Scholler-ship advance
But then that Grammer's Ruld by chance
Wherwith when governed we be
Our helth proves but Infirmety
I should be sorry (living ther
At rack and manger as it were)
You should through Pampering despize
The Cuntries full satieties
I yield you may some Guarden call
Your bliss to court the Spring withall
But sure I am Her bounties yeild
Thousand times more to evry field
Nor may you cloyster up that treasure
Is Blossomd out heer without measure
For though with Graces overspred
Those seem wher Bewtie's mustered
Yet doe the wholsom Milkmayds Arms
Stript up assault with noe less charmes
Or is not Rapture then begott
Under her tuckt up Petticote
When she her strait white ancles shewes
Daggled and washt in morning dewes?
You may perchance take course in Park
Hide stollen pleasure in the dark
Game not at Ruff but Picadill
And ther Bowle out and Rook your fill
I dare avow that none of these
Out-vie the yards, the Chase, the Leas
Containd within this lower sphere
Wher noe Star seems lrreguler
But mutuall Influences Joygn
To make the day of frendship shine
You'r but Irradiated half
Whilst trading at the Sun with Ralph
Nor (wer't at full) could your half moon
Prevaile to make of midnight noon
The puer Elixar juyce divine
Needs not the Comment of a signe
But wher its vertue's understood
Without a bush Ile call it good
What though you have a River ther
To waft your thirst ore to the Bear
And a Trade wind whose privilidg
Constant from Westminster to th'Bridg
May fill your Sayles trimd and prepard
To take in fresh watr at Stillyard
You must have care in passing by
Of Sirens in this Pilacy
For ther's a Tribe Enchantment pumps
As you accost wher Dwelt Duke numps
Then what befell Ulisses cast
Who tide himself unto the Mast
When heer the Musike of the Groves
Tund to the Keyes of birds make Loves
To which our whelps seem t'add a grace
As they are following their Chase
The Ecchoing wood in ho-mul ho-
All other Gammuths quite out goe
And when we are from hunting come
Heer's a resounding Musick Room
To solace in; wher for content
Hangs this and t'other instrument
As the Theorbo, Viall, Lute
With Harpsicon to these a Flute
Whose rich Concavety containes
The Pretious Treasure for the Vaynes
Wher with Sublimd our thoughts aspire
And carry us 'bove Ela higher
Then heer's a Pond too and a Boat
A shed therby to wash your throat
From any Fish-bones harm or worse
Catt-killing-Care, or any curse
The hatdnes of the Fates or Times
Create to Cancell merth and rimes
Ther in a Counsail whilst we sit
To propagate noe state but witt
Like Court of Justice we dispence
High verdict censures 'thout offence
And all Malignant humors drive
Out of Contents prerogative
That noe disasterous breth impayre
By dialect that wholsom ayre
Wherin we breath and are as free
In mutuall society
Thus with one Frend and two; noe more
Than makes up just the Count and Skoar
To freedom and to merth belongs
You may rest happy out of Throngs.
Robin if thou but kiss or sip
In a Good-fellowes fello-ship
Me thinks it might such spirits rayse
Not to be layd the common wayes
Truth is when Conjuring comes in fashion
Figures are usd and Circulation
T'amuse and confidence supplant
Posessing of the Ignorant
But what the Times and Age puts on
Ripens to more perfection
Than any Cube or witchcrafts spell
Can alter in a sillable
Citties and fencing walls were good
When freedom less was understood
And soe agayn those raysd the cause
Whence first we did derive our Lawes
I shall not sound deeper to reach
At what Antiquety doth teach
Only prescribing by the way
That Aintrent Customs ought t'bear sway
There was not known a sute for Rents
In Jabals time who dwelt in Tents
Nor ever durst Presumptions lie
Open neath Heavens Canopy
But when our Guilts increasing calls
For vengeance that claymes sheltring walls
Thus fortefide without all strife
lle guive the Ball to th'Cuntry-life
And swear all entertainments less
Though the Citty hath more Venusses
For may not that deceive withall?
Cuckoos come in with Nightingall
And 'tis a Lesson to discover
Wher on may meet joy in a lover
Some to the Scholler-ship advance
But then that Grammer's Ruld by chance
Wherwith when governed we be
Our helth proves but Infirmety
I should be sorry (living ther
At rack and manger as it were)
You should through Pampering despize
The Cuntries full satieties
I yield you may some Guarden call
Your bliss to court the Spring withall
But sure I am Her bounties yeild
Thousand times more to evry field
Nor may you cloyster up that treasure
Is Blossomd out heer without measure
For though with Graces overspred
Those seem wher Bewtie's mustered
Yet doe the wholsom Milkmayds Arms
Stript up assault with noe less charmes
Or is not Rapture then begott
Under her tuckt up Petticote
When she her strait white ancles shewes
Daggled and washt in morning dewes?
You may perchance take course in Park
Hide stollen pleasure in the dark
Game not at Ruff but Picadill
And ther Bowle out and Rook your fill
I dare avow that none of these
Out-vie the yards, the Chase, the Leas
Containd within this lower sphere
Wher noe Star seems lrreguler
But mutuall Influences Joygn
To make the day of frendship shine
You'r but Irradiated half
Whilst trading at the Sun with Ralph
Nor (wer't at full) could your half moon
Prevaile to make of midnight noon
The puer Elixar juyce divine
Needs not the Comment of a signe
But wher its vertue's understood
Without a bush Ile call it good
What though you have a River ther
To waft your thirst ore to the Bear
And a Trade wind whose privilidg
Constant from Westminster to th'Bridg
May fill your Sayles trimd and prepard
To take in fresh watr at Stillyard
You must have care in passing by
Of Sirens in this Pilacy
For ther's a Tribe Enchantment pumps
As you accost wher Dwelt Duke numps
Then what befell Ulisses cast
Who tide himself unto the Mast
When heer the Musike of the Groves
Tund to the Keyes of birds make Loves
To which our whelps seem t'add a grace
As they are following their Chase
The Ecchoing wood in ho-mul ho-
All other Gammuths quite out goe
And when we are from hunting come
Heer's a resounding Musick Room
To solace in; wher for content
Hangs this and t'other instrument
As the Theorbo, Viall, Lute
With Harpsicon to these a Flute
Whose rich Concavety containes
The Pretious Treasure for the Vaynes
Wher with Sublimd our thoughts aspire
And carry us 'bove Ela higher
Then heer's a Pond too and a Boat
A shed therby to wash your throat
From any Fish-bones harm or worse
Catt-killing-Care, or any curse
The hatdnes of the Fates or Times
Create to Cancell merth and rimes
Ther in a Counsail whilst we sit
To propagate noe state but witt
Like Court of Justice we dispence
High verdict censures 'thout offence
And all Malignant humors drive
Out of Contents prerogative
That noe disasterous breth impayre
By dialect that wholsom ayre
Wherin we breath and are as free
In mutuall society
Thus with one Frend and two; noe more
Than makes up just the Count and Skoar
To freedom and to merth belongs
You may rest happy out of Throngs.
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