With the red-capp'd worm that's shut
Within the concave of a nut,
Brown as his tooth. A little moth
Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth:
With withered cherries, mandrakes' ears,
Moles' eyes; to these the slain stag's tears
The unctuous dewlaps of a snail,
The broke-heart of a nightingale
O'ercome in music; with a wine
Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine,
But gently press'd from the soft side
Of the most sweet and dainty bride,
Brought in a dainty daisy, which
He fully quaffs up to bewitch
His blood to height; this done, commended
Grace by his priest; the feast is ended.
Sagg, laden. Bestrutted, swollen.
294. EVENT OF THINGS NOT IN OUR POWER.
By time and counsel do the best we can,
Th' event is never in the power of man.
295. UPON HER BLUSH.
When Julia blushes she does show
Cheeks like to roses when they blow.
296. MERITS MAKE THE MAN.
Our honours and our commendations be
Due to the merits, not authority.
