And never knew what belonged to coachmen, foot men, nor pages, But kept twenty old fellows with blue coats and badges: Like an old courtier, &c. 3 With an old study filled full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks, With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintained half-a-dozen old cooks: Like an old courtier, &c. 4 With an old hall, hung about with pikes, guns, and bows, With old swords and bucklers, that had borne many shrewd blows, And an old frieze coat, to cover his worship's trunkhose, And a cup of old sherry, to comfort his copper nose: Like an old courtier, &c. 5 With a good old fashion, when Christmas was come, To call in all his old neighbours with bagpipe and drum, With good cheer enough to furnish every old room, And old liquor able to make a cat speak, and man dumb: Like an old courtier, &c. 6 With an old falconer, huntsmen, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked, nor hunted, but in his own grounds; Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own bounds, And when he died, gave every child a thousand good pounds: Like an old courtier, &c. 7 But to his eldest son his house and lands he assigned, Charging him in his will to keep the old bountiful mind, To be good to his old tenants, and to his neighbours be kind: But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how he was inclined: Like a young courtier of the king's, And the king's young courtier. 8 Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, Who keeps a brace of painted madams at his command, And takes up a thousand pounds upon his father's land, And gets drunk in a tavern till he can neither go nor stand: Like a young courtier, &c. 9 With a newfangled lady, that is dainty, nice, and spare, Who never knew what belonged to good housekeeping or care, Who buys gaudy-coloured fans to play with wanton air, And seven or eight different dressings of other women's hair: Like a young courtier, &c. 10 With a new-fashioned hall, built where the old one stood, Hung round with new pictures that do the poor no good, With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood, And a new smooth shovel-board, whereon no victuals ne'er stood: Like a young courtier, &c. 11 With a new study, stuffed full of pamphlets and plays, And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays, With a new buttery hatch, that opens once in four or five days, And a new French cook, to devise fine kickshaws and toys: Like a young courtier, &c. 12 With a new fashion, when Christmas is drawing on, On a new journey to London straight we all must be gone, And leave none to keep house, but our new porter Who relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone: Like a young courtier, &c. 13 With a new gentleman usher, whose carriage is complete, With a new coachman, footmen, and pages to carry up the meat, With a waiting gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat, Who, when her lady has dined, lets the servants not eat: 14 With new titles of honour, bought with his father's old gold, For which sundry of his ancestors' old manors are sold; And this is the course most of our new gallants hold, Among the young courtiers of the king, THERE IS A GARDEN IN HER FACE. (FROM AN HOUR'S RECREATION IN MUSIC,' BY RICH. ALISON. 1606.) 1 There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; 2 Those cherries fairly do enclose 3 Her eyes like angels watch them still; Her brows like bended bows do stand, HALLO, MY FANCY. 1 In melancholic fancy, In the vulcan dancy, Just like a fairy elf; Out o'er the tops of highest mountains skipping, Out o'er the hills, the trees, and valleys tripping, Out o'er the ocean seas, without an oar or shipping. Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go? 2 Amidst the misty vapours, Fain would I know What doth cause the tapers; Why the clouds benight us And affright us, While we travel here below. Fain would I know what makes the roaring thunder, And what these lightnings be that rend the clouds asunder, And what these comets are on which we gaze and wonder. Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go? 3 Fain would I know the reason Why the little ant, All the summer season, Layeth up provision On condition To know no winter's want: And how housewives, that are so good and painful, VOL. II. Y 337 |