ll I a daily beggar be,
For love's sake asking alms of thee?
Still shall I crave, and never get
A hope of my desired bit?
Ah, cruel maids! I'll go my way,
Whereas, perchance, my fortunes may
Find out a threshold or a door
That may far sooner speed the poor:
Where thrice we knock, and none will hear,
Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there.

1015. BASTARDS.

Our bastard children are but like to plate
Made by the coiners--illegitimate.

1016. HIS CHANGE.

My many cares and much distress
Has made me like a wilderness;
Or, discompos'd, I'm like a rude
And all confused multitude:
Out of my comely manners worn,
And, as in means, in mind all torn.

1017. THE VISION.

Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed,
A crawling vine about Anacreon's head.
Flushed was his face; his hairs with oil did shine;
And, as he spake, his mouth ran o'er with wine.
Tippled he was, and tippling lisped withal;
And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall.
A young enchantress close by him did stand,
Tapping his plump thighs with a myrtle wand:
She smil'd; he kiss'd; and kissing, cull'd her too,
And being cup-shot, more he could not do.
For which, methought, in pretty anger she
Snatched off his crown, and gave the wreath to me;
Since when, methinks, my brains about do swim,
And I am wild and wanton like to him.

_Cull'd_, embraced.
_Cup-shot_, drunk.

1018. A VOW TO VENUS.

Happily I had a sight
Of my dearest dear last night;
Make her this day smile on me,
And I'll roses give to thee.

1019. ON HIS BOOK.

The bound, almost, now of my book I see,
But yet no end of these therein, or me:
Here we begin new life, while thousands quite
Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.

1020. A SONNET OF PERILLA.

Then did I live when I did see
Perilla smile on none but me.
But, ah! by stars malignant crossed,
The life I got I quickly lost;
But yet a way there doth remain
For me embalm'd to live again,
And that's to love me; in which state
I'll live as one regenerate.

1021. BAD MAY BE BETTER.

Man may at first transgress, but next do well:
_Vice doth in some but lodge a while, not dwell_.

1022. POSTING TO PRINTING.

Let others to the printing press run fast;
Since after death comes glory, I'll not haste.