Golden New York night,
cold limedark walls,
Rector's, foxtrot, champagne,
still houses, strong bars,
and looking back,
above the silent roofs,
the spirit petrified,
the white cats of the moon,
like Lot's wife.

And yet
it is one,
at New York,
at Bogota,

The golden hair that Gulla wears
Is hers: who would have thought it?
She swears 'tis hers, and true she swears,
For I know where she bought it.

A golden cloud slept for her pleasure
All night on the gaunt hill's breast;
Light-heart to her play-ground of azure,
How early she sped from the nest.

But the soft moist trace of her sleeping
Lay in the folds of the hill.
He pondered; his tears are creeping
Down to the desert still.

To the Tune of " Old Simon the King "

1.

The Golden Age is come;
The winter storms are gone;
The flowers do spread and bloom,
And smile to see the sun,
Who daily gilds each grove
And calms the angry seas.
Dame Nature seems in love,
And all the world's at ease.

" You rogue, go saddle Ball,
I'll to Newmarket scour.
You never mind when I call;

Gold tane from the kings harbengers,
Downe, a downe, a downe,
As seldome hath beene seene,
Downe, a downe, a downe,
And carried by bold Robin Hood
For a present to the queene,
Downe, a downe, a downe.

If that I live a yeare to an end,
Thus gan queene Katherine say,
Bold Robin Hood, I will be thy friend,
And all thy yeomen gay.

The queene is to her chamber gone,
As fast as she can wen;
She calls unto her lovely page,
His name was Richard Patrington.

“Come thou hither to mee, thou lovely page,

Gold I've none, for use or show,
Neither Silver to bestow
At my death; but thus much know,
That each Lyrick here shall be
Of my love a Legacie,
Left to all posterity.
Gentle friends, then doe but please,
To accept such coynes as these;
As my last Remembrances.

VERSE

As Dorothy Parker once said to her boyfriend,
" Fare thee well. "
As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,
" It was swell, Isabelle, swell. "
As Abelard said to Heloise,
" Don't forget to drop a line to me, please. "
As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear,
" Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear? "

REFRAIN

It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,
Just one of those things.

Goin' down the road, Lawd,
Goin' down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way, way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road's in front o' me,
Nothin' to do but walk.
Road's in front o' me,
Walk . . . an' walk . . . an' walk.
I'd like to meet a good friend
To come along an' talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an' sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!

TEMPERANCE. OR THE CHEAP PHYSITIAN UPON THE TRANSLATION OF LESSIUS

Goe now; and with some daring drugg
Bait thy disease. And whilst they tugge,
Thou to maintain their pretious strife
Spend the dear treasures of thy life.
Goe, take physick: Doat upon
Some big-nam'd composition.
Th'Oraculous Doctor 's mystick bills;
Certain hard W ORDS made into pills,
And what at last shalt' gain by these?
Only a costlyer disease.

That which makes us have no need
Of physick, that's P HYSICK indeed.
Hark hither, Reader! wilt thou see

Goe Little Book, and once a week shake hands
With thy Good Reader, whome (by High Commands)
The Stars are made to wayt on dayly, Shew
Futurityes unto him; Bid Him view
Seasons of th' Year, and Tides orderly set
As Higher Influences them beget.
Shew Him how swift his Time is and how He
Should swiftly pace it with the Hierarchy
I' th' Firmament above the Hasting each Day
New ponderous Talents to the world to weigh
Of proffitable Opportunity.
Also foreshew Him seasonably (by
Letters Dominicall) the Holy Day;