What saves the master of the house thereby
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?
Robert Herrick
EPIG.
To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see;
And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me;
Let but Pink's face i' th' looking-glass be shown,
And Pink may paint the devil's by his own.
273. UPON BROCK. EPIG.
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies.
277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN.
Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text!
And laugh no more; or laugh, and lie down next.
292. UPON SHARK. EPIG.
Shark, when he goes to any public feast,
Eats to one's thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the house thereby
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?
305. UPON BUNGY.
Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on;
Not out of conscience, or religion:
Or that this younker keeps so strict a Lent,
Fearing to break the king's commandement:
But being poor, and knowing flesh is dear,
He keeps not one, but many Lents i' th' year.
311. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.
Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks
Forth into blushes whensoe'er he speaks.
315. UPON LEECH.
Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone
With speed give sick men their salvation:
'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,
And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:
And why? he knows he must of cure despair,
Who makes the sly physician his heir.
317. TO A MAID.
You say, you love me! that I thus must prove:
It that you lie, then I will swear you love.
To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see;
And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me;
Let but Pink's face i' th' looking-glass be shown,
And Pink may paint the devil's by his own.
273. UPON BROCK. EPIG.
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies.
277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN.
Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text!
And laugh no more; or laugh, and lie down next.
292. UPON SHARK. EPIG.
Shark, when he goes to any public feast,
Eats to one's thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the house thereby
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?
305. UPON BUNGY.
Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on;
Not out of conscience, or religion:
Or that this younker keeps so strict a Lent,
Fearing to break the king's commandement:
But being poor, and knowing flesh is dear,
He keeps not one, but many Lents i' th' year.
311. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.
Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks
Forth into blushes whensoe'er he speaks.
315. UPON LEECH.
Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone
With speed give sick men their salvation:
'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,
And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:
And why? he knows he must of cure despair,
Who makes the sly physician his heir.
317. TO A MAID.
You say, you love me! that I thus must prove:
It that you lie, then I will swear you love.
