Now on my faith this gear is all entangled, Wher chast Susanne in times long gon, Was wont to wash her bodie and lim Like to the yarn-clew of the drowsy Mickle vertue hath that streme, knitter, the cabin, Through nightés cold and dayés hote, While the good dame sits nodding Hiderward I have it brought; AND when Love's torch hath set the heart in flame, And yet it is not-no more than the shadow Upon the hard, cold, flat, and polish'd Comes Signor Reason, with his saws and cautions, mirror, Is the warm, graceful, rounded, living Giving such aid as the old grey-beard Sirs, I'm a warder, and no man of straw; My voice keeps order, and my club gives law. Yet soft! nay stay-what vision have we here? What dainty darling's this? what peerless peer? What loveliest face, that lovely ranks enfold, Like brightest diamond chased in purest gold? Dazzled and blind, mine office I forsake, My club, my key, my knee, my homage take. Bright paragon, pass on in joy and bliss ; Beshrew the gate that opes not wide at such a sight as this! Chap. xxx. |