Melpomene: or, The muses delight: Being new poems and songs. Written by several of the great wits of our present age, as I.D. T.F. S.W. T.S. C.O. I.B. &c. Collected together, and now printed.

To A Full Grown BEAUTY.

I.

O Tarry, let me banquet on Those Cherries dropping-ripe on thee; Too soon, alas, they will be gon, And a cold Palsie shake the Tree.

II.

No Fawn, nor yet out-lying Deer, Grazes within this Ivory Pale; Yet what now likes, will loathe the ear, And run into an old Wives Tale.

III.

Those Arms of York and Lancaster United in thy beauteous Cheek, E're long will fall agen to War; For Roses then, where shall we seek?

IV.

Those heav'nly Lights which shine so clear, As makes the days bright Eye to wink, Must suffer strange Eclipses here, And in their sockets faintly sink.

V.

Those pretty Balls of Panting snow, That circle in the Milky way, Shall two loose hanging Udders grow, And all your glories thus decay.

VI.

Then be not fondly nice to spare What unthrift time will lewdly spend; Keep open house, and let me share; What freely came, as freely lend.

VII.

E're Beauty breaks up house, and heart, Prove hospitably kind, impart. What Fools are they that lead their life in care, To leave rich surfeits for a thankless Heir!