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.

Foolish NICETY.

I Hate a sullen Mistress, of such tumor, Put in a Jest, it puts her out of Humor; Fondly mistakes each pass••…••… word I say, Takes pet, as Tinder fire, then fools away Her self in Childish anger: if she speaks, At best, when best she's pleas'd, poor thing it breaks Into such woful phrase, doth so disburse Odd ends of Gold and Silver in discourse,

That, as I live, 'tis much against my will, For her own credit, she's not silent still: Better shut up in silence, tho she go For Proud, than open to her overthrow. What's a fair Woman simply? Shall I tell ye? A Box of Mummy, or of warmer Jelly; Which for a taste, or so, may currant pass, But not to make a meal on: Where's that Ass A piece of Snout-fair ignorance would marry? Sooner I'd hew a Mistress from the Quarry Pigmalion once carv'd out; I'd sooner go On pilgrimage to Mecha, and there throw My Eyes on burning Bricks, till all about The Nerves and Sinews crackt, their Lamps leapt out, Than fix on such a Wife; take this from me, There's nought so fulsome as a Foolish She.