Classic Poem

V

Then, wee out do your Beauties, that
You entertain with cost, and chat;
That make you spend your pretious time, and fat,
And yet are stedfast:
Wee here have homely willing Winne,
With bucksome Besse, and granting Jinne,
All full as plump without, and warm within,
That crack the bed fast.

VI

And then, for mirth, wee have much more
Than you, with all your various store,
For, wee prefer bagpipes so lowd before
Lute, or Cremona.
Wee caper with Tom Thump i' th' Hall,
Measures beyond Corant, or brawl:
And, when wee want a Match, for Sisley call
A roba bona.

VII

We have too errant Knights so stout,
As honest Hobinoll, and Clout,
With many an other stiffe, and sturdie Lout,
That play at Wasters,
Shoe the wilde mare, and lick the board,
That for stiffe tuck, or cutting sword,
For man, or woman care not of a — ,
But their own Maisters.

VIII

Thus every of our petty toies
Outvies your greatest dear-bought joies:
Then to thy freedom from the City-noise
I'l drink a beer-jack.
And now the Spring comes on a pace,
Sweet flowers crown the Earth's green face,
Nor can I doubt, but thou wilt have the grace
To wish thee here, Jack.