DRUDO

Apollos solemn shroving feast, Inviteth all from cast to west: Come away, come make no slay, No Muses friend can say us nay. I wish I had no better fortune, then to be a pret ty water Poet with h a by h forehead Like I. TO. that acts the swan by the banks oh Thames in England. I cursed my self happily. I mean the swan's, or gooses broad paddle feet, the natural prime pattern of the artificial oar. Would we had him in Parnassus. He would stroke our Mistress's the Muses gently with his oar, and make their worships very merry, with his paper Wherry. No, I mean his sailing in a Paper Boat, and poetising upon that and other his own advent tures. Neither bird nor feather. Whence thinkest thou come they, and what would they? It is hard to dress a shroving dish to please so ma nigh several tastes. They must be content to take such as they find or bring, Like good gossips. Jauriger think you that any of those, whom Praeco oueruiewed, will lay in any Actium at Apollos Court to day? These and all other informations shall be firely herd. We know that is our Lord Apollos express mandate. Novice, you know you must appear too. Say what thou must, or canst. She puts her message home, me thinks. Away thou glossing slatterer. We are no game for thee. Let us about our business. Praeco do your office, carry her away. Let her chant this song before Apollo. The Muses will outsing her, and tear her S earing locks. I will go cite Slug. Exeunt. I Tell thee again, I have no great hope of it. You have suffered so many repulses, that if I were in your case—Where is he. So ho. Come along, mend your pace. What? have you the gout? Stand up for shame. Else how will you appear in Apollos presence, so much as to present your re quest. A long journey from your Cottage to Apollos Court? when your Tent is fixed but on the other side of the wall. A man may fling a horse lose so far. Why so? I judge standing, that thou hast little vnderstan ding that art such and enemy to standing. The truth is, I see no great reason why you should be admitted. I'm sum e for these seven years, every visitation day you have been shut out of doors by Mu saeus as soon as ever he espied you lying upon the bench in Apollos Court. And for the most partly, when your name hath been called aloud by P continued, you have been asleep, and were feign to be jogged and shaked a gain before you would answer. Out upon thee, what art thou in a L thargy? I think thy mother was asleep when thou wast begotten. So bo. So bo. I tell thee again, after seven repulses, why shouldst thou knock at Apollos gate. Thou Dormouse, thou lium st in a perpetual winter: thinkest thou them Like to thee? What shall Drude be so bold. No. But say what thou canst. Apollo sees and hears all things in all plam ces. What is your claim? What's that to your plea? Are you a kin to the Muses. All Wines have some ees, All Beehives some Worser oanes. Thinkest thou that such prescription shall get thee and mittance? Very learnedly applied to the purpose. Surely then thou givest a deep nod at every S point. Spoken Like a Philosopher, but of the Epicures sect. It seems so by thee, for thou art seldom awake thus long, but to do some such mischief at to talk in this manner. Nay siria, the best of them say, that motion is better then rest. For the heavens move continually, and the earth, which is the dregs of the world, that rests, and slugs Like thee. The day is for labour, and the night for rest. And I hope the day is far better then the night. Ergo. Enough of this Philosophy. Thou lolling lubber, lazy Bough, get up, Rise old hunks, rise drunken Bear, or I'll go in without thee. I wood thou hadst a Castle upon thy back, then I wood hang thee out for a sign, and it should be called the drowsy Inn. Come away, your name it called ere this at the Session, and Prac woon't sa vour you. You will be in, forty Marks in issues. What Slug, could you not come along with us? You must be lag. And hour will S arce serve you, though your journey be short, and down that hill. Answer to your name. We must have room, more then the whole Ci ty of Room. Oh ugly a filthy fi es tail. Oh black b stles. Oh nasty Vermin! She scoured avua in her Coach with her son, and said she would dwell no longer in Thess lie, I her Sons best instructor be not suffered here. And a she fled, her Coach oue ned. He is led, S hear. And whither did this whi le wind carry him? He may cry Oh yez till his belly burst. But, for ought I see, here's no body to hear him. If I see any body, I would I were the Muses Tan kard-bearer. It is more wholesome mounting that one tree, then some other three trees, compact in a Greek Pee. All the wool and fl xe, to at she spun, I will eat and fear no choking.