The welcome Sun from sea Freake is returned, …
Thomas Bastard
My little book: who will thou please, tell me? …
The little world, the subject of my muse, …
Momus, to be a Poet Laureate, …
I met a courtier riding on the plain, …
Wotton, the country and the country swain, …
One said my book was like unto a coat, …
Walking the fields a wantcatcher I spied, …
The peasant Corus of his wealth does boast, …
Our fathers did but use the world before, …
Misus and Mopsa hardly could agree, …
Fishing, if I a fisher may protest, …
Sextus upon a spleen, did rashly swear, …
Upon the plain as I rode all alone, …
God’s name is bare of honour in our hearing, …
Methinks 'tis pretty sport to hear a child, …
Our vice runs beyond all that old men saw, …
Nature which headlong into life doth throw us, …
Age is deformed, youth unkind, …