What I shall leave thee none can tell, But all shall say I wish thee well: I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health; Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, So much of either may undo thee. I wish thee learning, not for show, Enough for to instruct and know, Not such as gentlemen require To prate at table or at fire. I wish thee all thy mother's graces, Thy father's fortunes, and his places. I wish thee friends, and one at court, Not to build on, but support, To keep thee, not in doing many Oppressions, but from suffering any. I wish thee peace in all thy ways, Nor lazy nor contentious days; And when thy soul and body part, As innocent as now thou art.
The Fairies Farewell
- by Richard Corbet30
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies, Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they. And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanness Finds sixpence in her shoe?
Lament, lament, old Abbeys, The Fairies' lost command! They did but change Priests' babies, But some have changed your land. And all your children, sprung from thence, Are now grown Puritans, Who live as Changelings ever since For love of your demains.
At morning and at evening both You merry were and glad, So little care of sleep or sloth These pretty ladies had; When Tom came home from labour, Or Cis to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabor, And nimbly went their toes.
Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth, And later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
By which we note the Fairies Were of the old Profession. Their songs were ‘Ave Mary's', Their dances were Procession. But now, alas, they all are dead; Or gone beyond the seas; Or farther for Religion fled; Or else they take their ease.
A tell-tale in their company They never could endure! And whoso kept not secretly Their mirth, was punished, sure; It was a just and Christian deed To pinch such black and blue. Oh how the commonwealth doth want Such Justices as you!
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