And never be by time or folly brought, Weakness of brain, or any charm of wine, The sin of boast, or other countermine Made to blow up love's secrets, to discover That article may not become our lover: Which in assurance to your breast I tell, If I had writ no word but, dear, farewell! AN ELEGY. Since you must go, and I must bid farewell, To shift their seasons, and destroy their powers! O, keep it still; for it had rather be Or, like a ghost, walk silent amongst men, AN ELEGY. Let me be what I am; as Virgil cold, Whose readers did not think he was in love. wives, If they be fair and worth it, have their lives Wish you had foul ones, and deformèd got, Yet keep those up in sackcloth too, or leather, For silk will draw some sneaking songster thither. It is a rhyming age, and verses swarm As But I who live, and have lived twenty year, Whose like I have known the tailor's wife put on, But when thy wife, as thou conceiv'st, is brave? groom That, from the footman, when he was become An officer there, did make most solemn love To every petticoat he brushed, and glove From the poor wretch, which though he plaied in prose, He would have done in verse, with any of those Wrung on the withers by Lord Love's despite, Had he had the faculty to read and write! Such songsters there are store of; witness he That chanced the lace, laid on a smock, to see, And straightway spent a sonnet; with that other That, in pure madrigal, unto his mother Commended the French hood and scarlet gown The lady-mayoress passed in through the town, Unto the Spittle sermon.50 "O, what strange 50❝Time out of mind, it hath been a laudable custom that on Good Friday, in the afternoon, some especial learned man, by appointment of the prelates, hath preached a sermon at Paul's-cross, treating of Christ's Passion; and upon the three next Easter holidays, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, the like learned men, by the like appointment, have used to preach on the forenoons at the said Spittle" [a priory and hospital called St. Mary Spittle, on the site now occupied by Spital-square, Spitalfields, where there was another pulpit cross, somewhat resembling that in St. Paul's churchyard] "to persuade the article of Christ's Resurrection; and then on Low Sunday, one other learned man at Paul's-cross, to make rehearsal of those four former sermons, either com Variety of silks were on th' Exchange! Or in Moor-fields! this other night," sings one; None of their pleasures; nor will ask thee why AN EXECRATION UPON VULCAN.52 And why to me this, thou lame lord of fire? What had I done that might call on thine ire? mending or reproving them, as to him by judgment of the learned divines was thought convenient. And that done, he was to make a sermon of his own study, which in all were five sermons in one. At these sermons, so severally preached, the mayor, with his brethren the aldermen, were accustomed to be present in their violets at Paul's on Good Friday, and in their scarlets at the Spittle in the holidays, except Wednesday in violet, and the mayor with his brethren on Low Sunday in scarlet, at Paul's-cross, continued until this day." 51 That is, in a kind of supercilious close. — G. 52 By the fire, to which this poem alludes, Jonson's library |