THIRD GYPSY

Captain, if ever at the Bozing Ken, You have in draught of Darby drilled your men; And we have served there armed all in Ale, With the brown bowl, and charged in bragget stale: If mustered thus, and disciplined in drink, In our long watches we did never shrink, But so commanded by you kept our station, As we preserved our selves a royal Nation; And never yet did branch of Statute break, Made in your famous Pallas of the Peak. If we have deemed, that Mutton, Lamb, or Veil, Chick, Capon, Turkey, sweetest we did steal; As being by our Magnam Chartam taught To judge no urands wholesome that are bought. If for our Linen we still used the lift, And with the hedge (our trades increase) made shift; And ever at your solemn feast, and calls, We have been ready with the Egyptian bralls; To set Kit Callot forth in Prose or Rhime, Or who was Cleopatra for the time. If we have done this, that, more, such, or so; Now lend your ear but to the Patrico. Hurl after and old shoe, I'll be merry what ever I do, Though I keep no time, My words shall chime, I'll overtake the sense with a rhyme. Face of a rose I pray thee depose Some small piece of silver: It shall be no lose, But only to make the sign of the cross; If your hand you hallow, Good fortune will follow. I swear by these ten, You shall have it again, I do not say when. But Lady, either I am tipsy, Or you are to fallen in love with a Gipsy; Blush not Dame Kate, For early, or late, I do assure you it will be your fate; Nor needs you be once ashamed of it Madam, He's as handsome a man, as ever was Adam. A man out of wax, As a Lady would axe; Yet he's not to wed ye: H'has enjoyed you already, And I hope he has sped ye. A dainty young fellow, And though he look yellow, He never will be jealous, But love you most zealous. Ther's never a line in your hand but does tell us. And you are a foul so white, and so chaste, A table so smooth, and so newly ra'ste, As nothing called foul, Dare approach with a blot, Or any least spot; But still you control, Or make your own lot, Preserving love pure as it first was begotten: But Dame I must tell ye, The fruit of your belly, Is that you must tender, And care so to render; That as your self came In blood, and in name, From one house of fame, So that may remain The glory of twain. YOu sweet Lady have a hand too, And a fortune you may stand too; Both your bravery, and your bounty Style you Mistress of the County; You will find it from this night, Fortune shall forget her spite, And heap all the blessings on you, That she can pour out upon you; To be loved, where most you love, Is the worst that you shall prove; And by him to be embraced, Who so long hath known you chaste, Wise, and fair; whilst you renew Joys to him, and he to you: And when both your years are told, Neither think the other old. I Come to borrow, and you'll grant my demand Sir, Since 'tis for no money, pray lend me your hand Sir; And yet this good hand if you please to stretch it, Had the Errant been money, could easily fetch it; You command the Kings treasure, and yet on my soul You handle not much, for your palm is not foul: Your fortune is good, and will be to set The Office upright, and the King out of debt; To put all that have Pensions soon out of their pain, By bringing the Exchequer in credit again. NExt the great Master, who is the Donor, I read you here the preserver of honour, And spy it in all your singular parts, What a father you are, and a nurse of the Arts. By cherishing which, a way you have found, How the free to all, to one may be bound, And they again love their bonds; for to be Obliged to you, is the way to be free: But this is their fortune; Hark to your own, Yours shall be to make true Gentry known From the fictitious, not to prize blood So much by the greatness, as by the good: To show, and to open clear virtue the way, Both whither she should, and how far she may; And while you do judge betwixt valour, and noise To'extinguish the raze of the roaring boys. Only your hand, and welcome to Court, Here is a man both for earnest, and sport. You were lately employed And your Master is joyed To have such in his train So well can sustain His person abroad, And not shrink for the load. But had you been here, You should have been a Gipsy I swear, Our Captain had summoned you by a doxy, To whom you would not have answered by proxy, One, had she come in the way of your Sceptre, 'Tis ods, you had laid it by to have leapt her. Look how the Winds upon the Waves grown tame, Take up Land sounds upon their purple wings; And catching each from other, bear the fame To every angle of their sacred springs. So will we take his praise, and hurl his name About the Globe, in thousand Ay'ry rings, If his great virtue be in lore with fame, For that contemned, both are neglected things. To love a Keeper, your fortune will be; But the Doucets better then him, or his fee. A Cuckold you must be, and that for three lives; Your own, the Parsons, and your Wives. Wisdom, his Wife; His Guards are Magnanimity, and love.