The maid, (and thereby hangs a tale: Could ever yet produce) Nor half so full of juice. Her finger was so small, the ring It was too wide a peck: About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, As if they fear'd the light: Is half so fine a sight! He would have kiss'd her once or twice, But she would not, she was so nice, She would not do't in sight: And then she look'd as who should say, I will do what I list to-day, And you shall do't at night. Her cheeks so rare a white was on, (Who sees them is undone) pear Her lips were red, and one was thin, (Some bee had stung it newly); Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small when she does speak, That they might passage get; And are not spent a whit. If wishing should be any sin, himself had guilty been (She look'd that day so purely); And did the youth so oft the feat At night, as some did in conceit, It would have spoil'd him surely. Passion, oh me! how I run on! I trow, besides the bride. Nor was it there denied. Just in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey : Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, To stay to be intreated ? The company was seated. Now hats fly off, and youths carouse, Healths first go round, and then the house, The brides came thick and thick; And when 'twas nam'd another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth; (And who could help it, Dick!) VOL. III. Q O'th' sudden up they rise and dance ; Then dance again and kiss : And every man wish'd his. By this time all were stoln aside But that he must not know: Above an hour or so. When in he came, Dick, there she lay, ("Twas time, I trow, to part) with all my heart." But just as heavens would have, to cross it, The bridegroom ate in spite; Which were too much that night. |