Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;
Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.
Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.
Robert Herrick
888. UPON LULLS.
Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
By his proboscis that he is all nose.
897. SURFEITS.
Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call
That surfeit took by bread the worst of all.
898. UPON NIS.
Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes
Serve but for matter to make paper kites.
905. UPON PRICKLES. EPIG.
Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting
For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything
That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame;
How well his nature's fitted to his name!
945. UPON BLISSE.
Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;
Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.
946. UPON BURR.
Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone,
That, where meat is, will be a hanger on.
947. UPON MEG.
Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose,
Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose.
_Pose_, rheum, cold in the head.
961. UPON RALPH.
Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph
In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe;
Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth,
To make a lusty-jelly for his broth.
966. UPON VINEGAR.
Vinegar is no other, I define,
Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine.
967. UPON MUDGE.
