A NON SEQUITUR.
Reading edition
(From “Wit Restored,” 8vo. 1658.)
Marke! how the lanterns clowd mine eyes, See where a moon-drake ’gins to rise; Saturne crawls much like an iron catt, To see the naked moone in a slipshott hatt. Thunder-thumping toadstools crock the pots To see the mermaids tumble; Leather cat-a-mountaines shake their heels, To heare the gosh-hawke grumble. The rustic threed Begins to bleed, And cobwebs elbows itches; The putrid skyes Eat mulsacke pyes, Backed up in logicke breches. Munday trenchers made good hay, The lobster weares no dagger; Meale-mouthed she-peacocke powle the starres, And made the lowbell stagger. Blew crocodiles foame in the toe, Blind meale-bagges do follow the doe; A ribb of apple braine spice Will follow the Lancashire dice. Harke! how the chime of Plutoes pispot cracks, To see the rainbowes wheele-gann made of flax.