QUEEN MAB'S VISIT TO PIGWIGGEN H From NYMPHIDIA: THE COURT OF FAIRY MICHAEL DRAYTON [ER chariot ready straight is made Upon the coach-box getting. Her chariot of a snail's fine shell, The wing of a pied butterfly; I trow 'twas simple trimming. The wheels composed of crickets' bones, That Mab, his queen, should have been there, He would not have abode it. She mounts her chariot in a trice, But ran herself away alone; Which when they heard, there was not one But hasted after to begone, As she had been diswitted. Hop and Mop and Drab, so clear, Her special maids of honour; Upon a grasshopper they got, A cobweb over them they throw, S SWEET SUFFOLK OWL THOMAS VAUTOR WEET Suffolk owl, so trimly dight With feathers, like a lady bright, Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night, Te whit, te whoo! Thy note that forth so freely rolls, And sings a dirge for dying souls, Te whit, te whoo! S SPRING THOMAS NASH PRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pee-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and May make country houses gay, The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, THE NOBLE NATURE BEN JONSON T is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak three hundred year, Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauty see; And in short measures life may perfect be. A WISH From THE GIPSIES METAMORPHOSED BEN JONSON THE fairy beam upon you, The stars to glisten on you; In the noon of night, Till the fire drake hath o'ergone you! The boy with the bow beside you Run aye in the way, Till the bird of day And the luckier lot betide you! |