VITRUVIUS

COme forth, boldly put forth, in your Holiday Clothes, every Mother's Son of you. This is the King, and Queens, Majestical Holiday. My Lord has it granted from them; I had it granted from my Lord: and do give it unto you gratis, that is Bona fidem, with the faith of a Sur veyour, your Coronel Vitruvius. Do you know what a Surveyor is now? I tell you a Supervisor! A hard word, that; but it may be softened, and brought in, to signify some thing. And Overseer! One that oversee-eth you. A busy man! And yet I must seem busier then I am, (as the Poet sings, but which of them. I will not now trouble my self to tell you.) Oh Captain Smith! The first Quaternio. Captain Smith, or Vulcan, with three Cyclops. or Hammer-armed Vulcan! with your three Sledges, you are our Music, you come a little too tar die; but we remit that, to your polt-foot, we know you are lame. Plant your selves there, and Beatrice your time out at the Anvil. Time, and Measure, are the Father, and Mother of Music, you know, The second Quatern: Chesil. The Carver. Maul. The Freemason. Sq. Sum ̄ mere. The Carpenter. Twybil. His Man. The third Quaternio. Dresser. The Plomber. Quarrel. The Glasier. Fret. The Plasterer. Beuter. The Morter-man. and your Coronel Vitruvius knows a little. Oh Chesil! our curious Carver! and Master Maul, our Freemason; Squire Summer, our Carpenter, and Twybil his Man; stand you four, there, in the second rank, work upon that ground. And you Dresser, the Plomber; Quarrel, the Gla sier; Fret, the Plasterer; and Beater, the Morterman; put all you on in the rear, as finishers in true footing, with Tune, and Measure. Measure is the Soul of a Dance, and Tune the Tickle-foot thereof. Use Holiday legs, and have them: Spring, Leap, Caper, and Jingle; Pumps, and Ribbons, shall be your reward, till the Soles of your feet swell, with the surfeit of your light and nimble Motion. The second Quatern: Chesil. The Carver. Maul. The Freemason. Sq. Sum ̄ mere. The Carpenter. Twybil. His Man. The third Quaternio. Dresser. The Plomber. Quarrel. The Glasier. Fret. The Plasterer. Beuter. The Morter-man. Well done, my Musical, Arithmetical, They begun to Dance. Geometrical Gamesters! or rather my true Mathematical Boys! It is car ried, in number, weight, and measure; as if the Airs were all Harmony, and the Figures a well-timed Proportion! I cry still; Deserve Holy-days, and have them. I'll have a whole Quarter of the year cut out for you in Holy-days, and laced with Statute-Tunes, and Dances; fitted to the activity of your Tressels, to which you shall trust, Lads, in the name of your Iniquo Vitruvius. Hay for the Lily, for, and the blended Rose.