VVHo list (by me) to learne, Assembly for to make,
For Keysar, Kyng, or comely Queene, for Lord or Ladies sake:
Or where, and in what sort it should prepared be,
Marke well my wordes, and thanke me then, for thankes I craue in fee.
The place should first be pight, on pleasant gladsome greene,
Yet vnder shade of stately trees, where little sunne is seene:
And neare some fountaine spring, whose chrystall running streames,
May helpe to coole the parching heate, ycaught by Phoebus beames.
The place appoynted thus, it neyther shall be clad,
With Arras nor with Tapystry, such paltrie were too bad:
Ne yet those hote perfumes, whereof proude Courtes do smell,
May once presume in such a place, or Paradise to dwell.
Away with fayned fresh, as broken boughes or leaues,
Away, away, with forced flowers, ygathred from their greaues:
This place must of it selfe, afforde such sweete delight,
And eke such shewe, as better may content the greedie sight:
Where sundry sorts of hewes, which growe vpon the ground,
May seeme (indeede) such Tapystry, as we (by arte) haue found.
Where fresh and fragrant flowers, may skorne the courtiers cost,
Which daubes himselfe with Syuet, Muske, and many an oyntment lost.
Where sweetest singing byrdes, may make such melodye,
As Pan, noryet Apollos arte, can sounde such harmonye.
Where breath of westerne windes, may calmely yeld content,
Where cafements neede not opened be, where ayre is neuer pent.
Where shade may serue for shryne, and yet the Sunne at hande,
Where beautie neede not quake for colde, ne yet with Sunne be tande.
In fine and to conclude, where pleasure dwels at large,
Which Princes seeke in Pallaces, with payne and costly charge.
Then such a place once founde, the Butler first appeares,
He shall be formost doctor there, and stande before his peares:
And with him shall he bring, (if company be great)
Some wagons, cartes, some Mules or iades yladen till they sweate,
With many a medcine made for common queynt diseases,
As thirstie throates, and typpling tongs, whome Bacchus pype appeas•…•…s.
These little pinching pots, which Pothecaries vse,
Are all too fine, fye fye on such, they make men but to muse.