Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed, A crawling vine about Anacreon's head. Flushed was his face; his hairs with oil did shine; And, as he spake, his mouth ran o'er with wine. Tippled he was, and tippling lisped withal; And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall. A young enchantress close by him did stand, Tapping his plump thighs with a myrtle wand: She smil'd; he kiss'd; and kissing, cull'd her too, And being cup-shot, more he could not do. For which, methought, in pretty anger she Snatched off his crown, and gave the wreath to me; Since when, methinks, my brains about do swim, And I am wild and wanton like to him. _Cull'd_, embraced. _Cup-shot_, drunk. 1018. A VOW TO VENUS. Happily I had a sight Of my dearest dear last night; Make her this day smile on me, And I'll roses give to thee. 1019. ON HIS BOOK. The bound, almost, now of my book I see, But yet no end of these therein, or me: Here we begin new life, while thousands quite Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night. 1020. A SONNET OF PERILLA. Then did I live when I did see Perilla smile on none but me. But, ah! by stars malignant crossed, The life I got I quickly lost; But yet a way there doth remain For me embalm'd to live again, And that's to love me; in which state I'll live as one regenerate. 1021. BAD MAY BE BETTER. Man may at first transgress, but next do well: _Vice doth in some but lodge a while, not dwell_. 1022. POSTING TO PRINTING. Let others to the printing press run fast; Since after death comes glory, I'll not haste. 1023. RAPINE BRINGS RUIN. What's got by justice is established sure: _No kingdoms got by rapine long endure_. 1024. COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE. What needs complaints, When she a place Has with the race Of saints? In endless mirth, She thinks not on What's said or done In earth. She sees no tears, Or any tone Of thy deep groan She hears: Nor does she mind, Or think on't now, That ever thou Wast kind; But chang'd above, She likes not there. As she did here, Thy love. Forbear, therefore, And lull asleep Thy woes, and weep No more. 1026. SAINT DISTAFF'S DAY, OR THE MORROW AFTER TWELFTH DAY. Partly work and partly play Ye must on S. Distaff's day: From the plough soon free your team, Then come home and fodder them. If the maids a-spinning go, Burn the flax and fire the tow; Scorch their plackets, but beware That ye singe no maidenhair. Bring in pails of water, then, Let the maids bewash the men. Give S. Distaff all the right, Then bid Christmas sport good-night; And next morrow everyone To his own vocation. _Plackets_, petticoats. 1027. SUFFERANCE.