123. On a Perfumed Lady
You say you’re sweet: how should we knowWhether that you be sweet or no?—From powders and perfumes keep free;Then we shall smell how sweet you be!
124. THE PARCAE; OR, THREE DAINTY DESTINIES: THE ARMILET
Three lovely sisters working were,As they were closely set,Of soft and dainty maiden-hair,A curious Armilet.I, smiling, ask’d them what they did,Fair Destinies all three?Who told me they had drawn a threadOf life, and ’twas for me.They shew’d me then how fine ’twas spunAnd I replied thereto;‘I care not now how soon ’tis done,Or cut, if cut by you.’