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386 No 'squire to be found The neighbourhood round; (For, under the rose, I would rather choose those) If your wives will permit ye, Come here, out of pity, To ease a poor lady, And beg her a playday. So may you be seen No more in the spleen! May Walmsley give wine Like a hearty divine! May Whaley disgrace Dull Daniel's whey-face! And may your three spouses Let you lie at friends houses!

Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight, Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight ; While each with stubbed knife remov’d the roots, That rais'd between the stones their daily shoots; As at their work they sate in counterview, With mutual beauty smit, their passion grew. Sing, heavenly Muse, in sweetly-flowing strain The soft endearments of the nymph and swain.

My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt, Than strongest weeds that grow these stones betwixt: My spud these nettles from the stones can part; No knife so keen to weed thee from my heart, SHEELAH.