This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ... musks, these ambers, and those other smells, Sweet as the vestrie of the oracles. Ile tell thee. While my Julia did unlace Her silken bodies, but a breathing space, The passive aire such odour then assum'd, As when to Jove great Juno goes perfum'd. Whose pure immortall body doth transmit A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it. TO BACCHUS, A CANTICLE. Whither dost thou whorry me, Bacchus, being full of thee? This way, that way, that way, this, Here and there a fresh love is. That doth like me, this doth please; Thus a thousand mistresses I have now; yet I alone Having all, injoy not one. THE LAWNE. Wo'd I see lawn, clear as the heaven, and thin? It should be onely in my Julia's skin: Which so betrayes her blood, as we discover The blush of cherries when a lawn's cast over. THE FRANKINCENSE. When my offring next I make, Be thy hand the hallowed cake: And thy brest the altar whence Love may smell the frankincense. UPON PATRICK A FOOTMAN. EPIG. Now Patrick with his footmanship has done, His eyes and ears strive which sho'd fastest run. UPON BRIDGET. EPIG. Of foure teeth onely Bridget was possest; Two she spat out, a cough forc't out the rest. TO SYCAMORES. I'm sick of love; 0 let me lie Under your shades, to sleep or die Either is welcome, so I have Or here my bed, or here my grave. Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep Time with the tears that I do weep. VOL. 1. 17 Say, have ye sence, or do you prove What crucifixions are in love? I know ye do; and that's the why You sigh for love as well as I. A PASTORALL SUNG TO THE KING: llontano, Silvio, and Mirtillo, Shepheards. Man. Bad are the times. SU. And wors then they are we. Mon. Troth, bad are both; worse fruit, and ill the tree: The feast of Shepheards fail. Sil. None crowns the cup Of wassaile now, or ...