ELVES

Pug, you will anon take warning? She, that pinches country wenches, If they rub not clean their benches, And with sharper Nails remembers, When they rake not up their Embers: But if so they chance to feast her In a shoe she drops a tester. Shall we strip the skipping Jester? This is she, that empties Cradles, Takes out Children, puts in Ladles: Trains forth Midwives in their slumber, With a sive the holes to number. And then leads them, from her Boroughs Home through Ponds, and water furrows. Shall not all this mocking stir us? She can start our Franklins daughters, In their sleep, with shrieks, and laughters, And on sweet Saint Anne's Night, Feed them with a promised sighed, Some of husbands, some of Lovers, Which and empty dream discovers. Satire, vengeance near you hovers, And in hope that you would come here Yester-eue the Lady For she was ex pected there on Midsom mere day at night, but came not till the day following. Summer, She invited to a Banpuet: But (in sooth) I con you thank yet, That you could so well deceive her Of the pride which gan upheave her: And (by this) would so have blown her, As no wood-god should have known her. Here he skipped into the Wood. Mistress, this is only spite: For you would not yesternight Kiss him in the Cock-shoutlight: And came again, Nay, the Devil shall have his endue.