no man (she saith)--thou art a Pottle-pot!"

"No man," i'faith. "No man!" she saith. And "Pottle-pot" thereto!
"Thou sleepest like our dog all day; thou drink'st as fishes do."
I would that I were Tibb the dog; he wags at her his tail;
Or would that I were fish, in truth, and all the sea were Ale!

So I drink of the Ale of Southwark, I drink of the Ale of Chepe;
All day I dream in the sunlight; I dream and eke I weep,
But little lore of loving can any flagon teach,
For when my tongue is loosed most, then most I lose my speech.

AN APRIL PASTORAL.

_He._ Whither away, fair Neat-herdess?
_She._ Shepherd, I go to tend my kine.
_He._ Stay thou, and watch this flock of mine.
_She._ With thee? Nay, that were idleness.
_He._ Thy kine will pasture none the less.
_She._ Not so: they wait me and my sign.
_He._ I'll pipe to thee beneath the pine.
_She._ Thy pipe will soothe not their distress.
_He._ Dost thou not hear beside the spring
How the gay birds are carolling?
_She._ I hear them. But it may not be.
_He._ Farewell then, Sweetheart! Farewell now.
_She._ Shepherd, farewell----Where goest thou?
_He._ I go ... to tend thy kine for thee!

A NEW SONG OF THE SPRING GARDENS.

_To the Burden of "Rogues All."_

Come hither ye gallants, come hither ye maids,
To the trim gravelled walks, to the shady arcades;
Come hither, come hither, the nightingales call;--
Sing _Tantarara_,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall!

Come hither, ye cits, from your Lothbury hives!
Come hither, ye husbands, and look to your wives!
For the sparks are as thick as the leaves in the Mall;--
Sing _Tantarara_,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall!

Here the 'prentice from Aldgate may ogle a Toast!
Here his Worship must elbow the Knight of the Post!
For the wicket is free to the great and the small;--
Sing _Tantarara_,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall!

Here Betty may flaunt in her mistress's sack!
Here Trip wear his master's brocade on his back!
Here a hussy may ride, and a rogue take the wall;--
Sing _Tantarara_,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall!

Here Beauty may grant, and here Valour may ask!
Here the plainest may pass for a Belle (in a mask)!
Here a domino covers the short and the tall;--
Sing _Tantarara_,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall!

'Tis a type of the world, with its drums and its din;
'Tis a type of