Just in the nick the cook knocked thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up like our train'd band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace The company was seated. Now hats fly off, and youths carouse; Healths first go round, and then the house, The bride's came thick and thick; And when 'twas named another's health, Perhaps he made it her's by stealth, (And who could help it, Dick?) O' th' sudden up they rise and dance; Then sit again, and sigh, and glance: Then dance again, and kiss: Thus several ways the time did pass, Till ev'ry woman wish'd her place, And ev'ry man wish'd his. By this time all were stolen aside To counsel and undress the bride; But that he must not know: But yet 'twas thought he guess'd her mind And did not mean to stay behind Above an hour or so. WHY SO PALE AND WAN? Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her. The devil take her! GO, LOVELY ROSE! EDMUND WALLER Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee: How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! THE FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING RIDE ANONYMOUS It was the frog in the well, Humble dum, humble dum, And the merry mouse in the mill, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. The frog would a-wooing ride, Humble dum, humble dum, Sword and buckler by his side, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. When upon his high horse set, Humble dum, humble dum, His boots they shone as black as jet, Tweedle, tweedle, twino. When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady Mouse beene you within? Then came out the dusty mouse, I am lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me? I have e'en great mind of thee. Who shall this marriage make? Our lord, which is the rat.