Wanting a glass to plait her amber tresses Which like a bracelet rich deckéd mine arm, Gaudier than Juno wears when as she graces Jove with embraces more stately than warm, Then did she peep in mine Eyes' humour crystalline; I in her eyes was seen As if we one had been. Never Mark, &c. Mystical grammar of amorous glances; 30 Feeling of pulses, the physic of love; Rhetorical courtings and musical dances; Numbering of kisses arithmetic prove; Eyes like astronomy; Straight-limbed geometry; In her art's ingeny Our wits were sharp and keen. Never Mark Antony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Egyptian Queen. [_Mark Antony._ The unusual prosodic interest of this piece, and its companion, has been explained in the Introduction. The pair appeared first in 1647 (3rd), where they follow _The Character of a London Diurnal_ and precede the _Poems_.] [Line: 14 'warmer' some copies of _1653_: _1647_, _1651_ 'warm'. Cf. 'bluer' in the 'Mock Song', l. 14 (below).] [Line: 15 _1677_, &c. 'made _me_ active'--a bad blunder.] [Line: 35 'Straight limb' _1647_.] [Line: 36 'art's' is _1677_ for 'heart's' in _1647_, _1651_, _1653_. I rather prefer it, but with some doubts.] [Line: 37 _1677_, &c. emends by substituting 'were' for _1647_, _1651_, _1653_ 'are'.] The Author's Mock Song to Mark Antony. When as the night-raven sung Pluto's matins And Cerberus cried three amens at a howl, When night-wandering witches put on their pattens, Midnight as dark as their faces are foul; Then did the furies doom That the nightmare was come. Such a misshapen groom Puts down Su. Pomfret clean. Never did incubus Touch such a filthy sus 10 As this foul gypsy quean. First on her gooseberry cheeks I mine eyes blasted, Thence fear of vomiting made me retire Unto her bluer lips, which when I tasted, My spirits were duller than Dun in the mire. But then her breath took place Which went an usher's pace And made way for her face! You may guess what I mean. Never did, &c. 20 Like snakes engendering were platted her tresses, Or like the slimy streaks of ropy ale; Uglier than Envy wears, when she confesses Her head is periwigged with adder's tail. But as soon as she spake I heard a harsh mandrake. Laugh not at my mistake, Her head is epicene. Never did, &c.