Come, Blouzelinda, eafe thy fwain's defire, As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay, LOBBIN CLOUT. As Blouzelinda in a gamefome mood, Her Breath was sweeter than the ripen'd hay. CUDDY. As my Buxoma in a morning fair, With gentle finger ftroak'd her milky care, 65 70 75 69. Eftfoons from eft an ancient British word fignifying foon. So that eftfoons is a doubling of the word foon, which is, as it were, to fay twice foon, or very foon. I queintly ftole a kiss; at first, 'tis true She frown'd, yet after granted one or two. Leek to the Welch, to Dutchmen butter's dear, Oats for their feafts, the Scotish shepherds grind, CUDDY. In good roft-beef my landlord sticks his knife, 80 85 90 79. Queint bas various fignifications in the ancient English authors. I bave used it in this place in the same sense as Chaucer bath done in his Miller's Tale. As Clerkes been full fubtile and queint, (by which be means arch or waggifh) and not in that obscene fenfe wherein be useth it in the line immediately following. 83. Populus Alcide gratiffima, vitis Iaccho, Formofa Myrtus Veneri, fua Laurea Phaba. Virg. While she loves white-pot, capon ne'er shall be, As once I play'd at Blindman's- Buff, it hapt As at Hot-cockles once I laid me down, And felt the weighty hand of many a Clown; Quick rofe, and read soft mischief in her eye. On two near Elms, the flacken'd cord I hung, 95 100 With the rude wind her rumpled garment rose, 105 And show'd her taper leg, and scarlet hose. CUDDY. Acrofs the fallen oak the plank I laid, And my felf pois'd against the tott'ring maid, High leapt the plank; adown Buxoma fell; I spy'd—but faithful sweethearts never tell, LOBBIN CLOUT. This riddle, Cuddy, if thou canst explain, This wily riddle puzzles ev'ry swain. What Flower is that which bears the Virgin's name, The richest metal joined with the fame? CUDDY. Answer, thou Carle, and judge this riddle right, 115 Forbear contending louts, give o'er your strains, And gild the thatch of goodman Hodges' barn. 120 TUESDAY; Y OR, THE DITT Y. MARIA N. OUNG Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed, the reed; In ev'ry wood his carrols fweet were known, At ev'ry wake his nimble feats were shown. Marbled |