TUSH! let them keep him, if they can; He's not in hold, while you are free! Come, weep no more! but pledge the man; Who, though in fetters, yet can be A prisoner unto none but thee! Then, dry your tears! for every tear Makes them, like drowned worlds to appear. Post through the air my fancy went; And there stood by, When he was brought to th' Parliament; And straight, "To the bar! To the bar!" they cry. The smiling Captain asked, "Why?" With that, they soon drew up his Charge. Lady, you shall hear't at large! Imprimis. @3He is married late, With a ring too! unto a Saint Would make the best of us amate! Witty, pretty, young, and quaint; And fairer than our wives can paint! Her lips doth set men's lips on edge; Sure, that's a breach of Privilege!@1 Item. @3This fair Delinquent hath A pair of Organs in her throat Which, when she doth inspire with breath, She can command in every note. Her very hair, put in array, Will fetter the Militia!@1 @3Her cheeks still Nature's pattern have; Not yet called in! But in them engrossed all that is brave: And other Ladies hucksters be; Her beauty, the monopoly! When their's gone, to her they come; And chaffer in her face for some@1. @3She hath an altar on her brow; Her eyes are two fires on each side, Where superstitious lovers bow! Her name is MARY too, beside!@1 "Let's clap him up, till further leisure; And send for her to wait our pleasure!" Then go, fair Lady! follow him! Fear no trumpet! fear no drum! Fair women may prevail with Pym; And one sweet smile, when there you come, Will quickly speak the Speaker dumb! If not, then let one tear be spent; And 'twill dissolve the Parliament! |