Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) Ballad upon a Wedding (Written upon the occasion of the marriage of Roger Boyle, 1st Earl of Orrery with Lady Margaret Howard, daughter of Theophilus, Earl of Suffolk.) TELL thee, Dick, where I have been, O, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found Be it at wake or fair. At Charing Cross, hard by the way, There is a house with stairs; And there did I see coming down Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine Our landlord looks like nothing to him: At Course-a-Park, without all doubt, But, wot you what? the youth was going The maid (and thereby hangs a tale, No grape, that's kindly ripe, could be Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck: And to say truth (for out it must) Her feet beneath her petticoat, He would have kissed her once or twice I will do what I list to-day, And you shall do 't at night. Her cheeks so rare a white was on, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Her lips were red, and one was thin, But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face; Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get: But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, Passion o'me, how I run on! There's that that would be thought upon (I trow) besides the bride: The business of the kitchen's great, For it is fit that man should eat; Nor was it there denied: Just in the nick the cook knocked thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey: Each serving-man, with dish in hand, |