Here we rejoice, because no rent
We pay for our poor tenement,
Wherein we rest, and never fear
The landlord or the usurer.
The quarter-day does ne'er affright
Our peaceful slumbers in the night.
We eat our own and batten more,
Because we feed on no man's score;
But pity those whose flanks grow great,
Swell'd with the lard of others' meat.
We bless our fortunes when we see
Our own beloved privacy;
And like our living, where we're known
To very few, or else to none.
Prew, i.e., his servant, Prudence Baldwin.
553. THE CREDIT OF THE CONQUEROR.
He who commends the vanquished, speaks the power
And glorifies the worthy conqueror.
554. ON HIMSELF.
Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all:
The most of thee shall 'scape the funeral.
556. THE FAIRIES.
If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails, and cleanse your dairies;
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house, who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.
