V The Hunt Goes By

The dogs ran in the woods today,
Their note sounded from far away.
Tonight the shallow snowfall clears
The dogs' track and the deer's.

II Lucilius

Lucilius the poet has informed me,
Defending his somewhat pedantic songs,
That " Memory is the Mother of the Muses. "
May he continue making love to the mother.

At all thou frankly throwst, while, Frank , thy wife
Bars not Luke the mayn; Oteny , barre the bye.

None then should through thy beawty, Lawra , pine,
Might sweet words alone ease a love-sick heart:
But your sweet words alone, that quit so well
Hope of friendly deeds, kill the love-sick heart.

All wonders Barnzy speakes, all grosely faind:
Speake some wonder once, Barnzy , speake the truth.

Drue gives thee money, yet thou thankst not him,
But thankst God for him, like a godly man.
Suppose, rude Puritan, thou begst of him,
And he saith God help, who's the godly man?

Thou telst me, Barnzy, Dawson hath a wife:
Thine he hath, I graunt; Dawson hath a wife.

Drue feasts no Puritans; the churles, he saith,
Thanke no men, but eate, praise God, and depart.

If fancy can not erre which vertue guides,
In thee, Laura , then fancy can not erre.

Arthure brooks only those that brooke not him,
Those he most regards, and devoutly serves:
But them that grace him his great brav'ry skornes,
Counting kindnesse all duty, not desert:
Arthure wants forty pounds, tyres ev'ry friend,
But finds none that holds twenty due for him.