Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
Sir John Suckling (16091642)A Ballad upon a Wedding
I
Where I the rarest things have seen;
O, things without compare!
Such sights again cannot be found
In any place on English ground,
Be it at wake or fair.
Where we (thou know’st) do sell our hay,
There is a house with stairs;
And there did I see coming down
Such folk as are not in our town,
Forty at least, in pairs.
(His beard no bigger though than thine)
Walked on before the rest:
Our landlord looks like nothing to him:
The King (God bless him) ’twould undo him,
Should he go still so drest.
He should have first been taken out
By all the maids i’th’ town:
Though lusty Roger there had been,
Or little George upon the Green,
Or Vincent of the Crown.
To make an end of all his wooing;
The parson for him stay’d:
Yet by his leave (for all his haste)
He did not so much wish all past
(Perchance), as did the maid.
For such a maid no Whitsun-ale
Could ever yet produce:
No grape, that ’s kindly ripe, could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she,
Nor half so full of juice.
Would not stay on, which they did bring,
It was too wide a peck:
And to say truth (for out it must)
It looked like the great collar (just)
About our young colt’s neck.
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they fear’d the light:
But O she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
No daisy makes comparison,
(Who sees them is undone),
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Catherine pear
The side that ’s next the sun.
Compar’d to that was next her chin
(Some bee had stung it newly);
But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face;
I durst no more upon them gaze
Than on the sun in July.
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,
And are not spent a whit.
And all the waiters in a trice
His summons did obey;
Each serving-man, with dish in hand,
Marched boldly up, like our trained band,
Presented, and away.
What man of knife or teeth was able
To stay to be intreated?
And this the very reason was,
Before the parson could say grace,
The company was seated.
For it is fit that men should eat;
Nor was it there denied:
Passion o’ me, how I run on!
There ’s that that would be thought upon
(I trow) besides the bride.
Healths first go round, and then the house,
The bride’s came thick and thick:
And when ’twas nam’d another’s health,
Perhaps he made it hers by stealth;
And who could help it, Dick?
Then sit again and sigh, and glance:
Then dance again and kiss:
Thus several ways the time did pass,
Whilst ev’ry woman wished her place,
And every man wished his.