Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.
About this Item
- Title
- Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.
- Author
- Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by J.G. for Charles Web ...,
- 1658.
- Rights/Permissions
-
To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.
- Link to this Item
-
http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35068.0001.001
- Cite this Item
-
"Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35068.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.
Pages
Page 71
••ow many friendships were profest?
••ow many fawners did contest
••o wait on me, while I was stay'd,
••nd kept me close unto my trade?
••h what pretences, what a brood
••f promises to do me good!
••hese puft me up, and did invite
••y fancy to some fresh delight;
••hought I, I'le try the world, and see
•• starting out will better me;
••e change the course of my estate,
And fall upon some newer fate.
Oh foolish brain! though some indeed
••eek out new fortunes, 'tis for need;
When th' old's so poor 'twill not maintain them,
••hen to seek out it doth constrain them.
••ut he that's fixt well, he is worse
••hen mad, in altering of his course;
••he follie's mine. Abroad I went,
And many a silver spill I spent,
And I was welcome while it lasted;
But being gone my pleasure blasted:
And they that courted me before
••nto their favours, now give o're,
And have so moulded their condition,
That they regard not my petition:
While I had silver, there would be
No want of good societie,
Such pleasant words did me assail
As use to court men iuto Jail▪
Page 72
I was a sweet young man, they said,
And did deserve as sweet a maid.
Bless him and's fortunes, prudent youth▪
And I must be a Saint forsooth.
Pox take their Worships, but no matter,
This Ramble makes my knowledge fatter.
I find all pleasures are but vain;
Therefore I will go home again.