_Uptails all_, the refrain of a song beginning "Fly Merry News": see Note. 729. UPON LUCIA DABBLED IN THE DEW. My Lucia in the dew did go, And prettily bedabbled so, Her clothes held up, she showed withal Her decent legs, clean, long, and small. I follow'd after to descry Part of the nak'd sincerity; But still the envious scene between Denied the mask I would have seen. _Decent_, in the Latin sense, comely; _sincerity_, purity. _Scene_, a curtain or "drop-scene". _Mask_, a play. 730. CHARON AND PHILOMEL; A DIALOGUE SUNG. _Ph._ Charon! O gentle Charon! let me woo thee By tears and pity now to come unto me. _Ch._ What voice so sweet and charming do I hear? Say what thou art. _Ph._ I prithee first draw near. _Ch._ A sound I hear, but nothing yet can see; Speak, where thou art. _Ph._ O Charon pity me! I am a bird, and though no name I tell, My warbling note will say I'm Philomel. _Ch._ What's that to me? I waft nor fish or fowls, Nor beasts, fond thing, but only human souls. _Ph._ Alas for me! _Ch._ Shame on thy witching note That made me thus hoist sail and bring my boat: But I'll return; what mischief brought thee hither? _Ph._ A deal of love and much, much grief together. _Ch._ What's thy request? _Ph._ That since she's now beneath Who fed my life, I'll follow her in death. _Ch._ And is that all? I'm gone. _Ph._ By love I pray thee. _Ch._ Talk not of love; all pray, but few souls pay me. _Ph._ I'll give thee vows and tears. _Ch._ Can tears pay scores For mending sails, for patching boat and oars? _Ph._ I'll beg a penny, or I'll sing so long Till thou shalt say I've paid thee with a song. _Ch._ Why then begin; and all the while we make Our slothful passage o'er the Stygian Lake, Thou and I'll sing to make these dull shades merry, Who else with tears would doubtless drown my ferry. _Fond_, foolish. _She's now beneath_, her mother Zeuxippe? 733. A TERNARY OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY. A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine: As my small cruse best fits my little wine. A little seed best fits a little soil, A little trade best fits a little toil: As my small jar best fits my little oil. A little bin best fits a little bread, A little garland fits a little head: As my small stuff best fits my little shed. A little hearth best fits a little fire, A little chapel fits a little choir: As my small bell best fits my little spire. A little stream best fits a little boat, A little lead best fits a little float: As my small pipe best fits my little note. A little meat best fits a little belly, As sweetly, lady, give me leave to tell ye, This little pipkin fits this little jelly.