Classic Poem

A Ballet To x.x.x. upon his pond on wittring heath and the Iland bower and fish house ther

Some to the Lucrine Lake bequeath
All prayses for the fishing
Guive me the pond upon the heath
Might I but have my wishing.

For ther doe scull in sholes along
Dum Creatures armd with skales
Whose squadrons of Einns soe strong
Over the wave prevailes

As Geering Carp and Gyant Pike
A stand for hawkes and Bream
I think noe poole can shew the like
Or guive an apter Theme

Yet thers an Ile some wonder claymes
As in the midst it lies
Which sometimes doth abound with flames
From bewties misteries

When the fayer Mistres of that Bower
Graces it with Consent
Frank-Ly to spend a summers hower
Amidst that Elament

O how 'tis hard then to discover
Which is of dainger higher
Leander-Like to dround a Lover
Or to consume with fier.

Who would not his Abid-os quit
To court soe fayer a queen
Allthough he wrackt in ventring it
By a Hellespont between.

But for to quench that heat again
Ther is a house stands by
Wher the Lord will you entertain
With all Civilety.

Ther to his mess some Trouts apeer
His neighbour Lord and frend
The Barronet he loves soe deer
Phil: wood for the bords end.

These doe retrive a chirping cup
Such as the Gods nere knew
And whilst they doe carouce all up
With snakes their years renew.

First to the Nimph protects the place
Then to some other bewty
Til chapeau-bas with cheerfull grace
Each one hath done his duty.

Bridgwater and his noble Spouse
Must not heer be forgot
As long as Bacchus frends the house
With bottle, glass or pott.

Will any more Peggs lodg frequent
Or skulk in Saraes hole
Which only huffcap Ale doe vent
The senses to Controwle.

Neckar and Coblins on the Rine
Squeese out their Lustfull Clusters
And Deal to us their Juice divine
To fournish out our Musters.

Then Captain Glass full to the brimm
Presents a Lusty charge
Whilst Bottles from their Sanadrim
Awakt apeer and march.

Nor is France wanting though denide
Our Appetites all meet
To judg that best is done aside
And stollen pleaseure sweet.

In fine what need we travail soe
To feed our Observations
When heer is more than what we goe
To seek in other Nations.

Constance and that of Gardo too
With Lake Leman must yeild
For though their Citties finely show
This hath a braver field.

It were a wittless thing indeed
For to commend the meer
When all that in those waters breed
Are in more plenty heer.

And that wherwith I wil conclude
Excelling all the rest
The owner with such love indude
As cannot be exprest.

His freedom opes the sluce and way
Of Liberty to some
Who otherwayes confined lay
Within 5 miles of home.

Wherfore in Tribute to present
Thanks worthy any had I
Without or food or Complement
God bless the Lord and Lady