Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.
Barksdale, Clement, 1609-1687.
XLVII. To Mris. Abigail Stratford.
I Once thought it had only a Jest been.
That Maids are marriageable at fourteen.
Page 46 But now I see 'tis Truth. You don't begin,
Till July next, your fifteenth yeer: yet in
Your person we see fitnesse. Not to seek
Your praises from the Latine, or the Greek,
Or th' Arts your Father taught: you are grown tall,
As is your gentle Mother; and withall,
From her assiduous Exemplar, You
Discretion have to govern the House too.
Phaebus, at your last w•lk, when he well ey'd
Your person, said, That Ʋirgin's like a B•ide.
My Muse had d•ne: I w•sht, she had forborn
Your Cheek blush't, fair as is the Ro•y morn.
