Page:Hesperides Vol 2.djvu/49

 And each ringlet of her hair An enchantment, or a snare For to catch the lookers-on; But herself held fast by none. Let her Lucrece all day be, Thais in the night to me. Be she such as neither will Famish me, nor overfill.


 * 1) 667 ##

Grow for two ends, it matters not at all, Be 't for my bridal or my burial.


 * 1) 669 ##

Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known He keeps the fox fur for to face his own.


 * 1) 670 ##

HIS FRIEND, M. JOHN WICKS. Is this a life, to break thy sleep, To rise as soon as day doth peep? To tire thy patient ox or ass By noon, and let thy good days pass, Not knowing this, that Jove decrees Some mirth t' adulce man's miseries?