88 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



with fears and cares, but sing sweetly all the day, and sleep 

 securely all the night : and, without doubt, honest, innocent, 

 pretty Maudlin does so. I '11 bestow Sir Thomas Overbury's 

 milkmaid's wish upon her, "that she may die in the spring; 

 and, being dead, may have good store of flowers stuck round 

 about her winding sheet." * 



THE MILKMAID'S MOTHER'S ANSWER. 



If all the world and love were young, 

 And truth in every shepherd's tongue, 

 These pretty pleasures might me move 

 To live with thee, and be thy love. 



But Time drives flocks from field to fold, 

 When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; 

 Then Philomel becometh dumb, 

 And age complains of care to come. 



The flowers do fade, and wanton fields 

 To wayward winter reckoning yields. 

 A honey tengue, a heart of gall, 

 Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. 



Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, 

 Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, 

 Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; 

 In folly ripe, in reason rotten. 



Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, 

 Thy coral clasps and amber studs, 

 All these in me no means can move 

 To come to thee, and be thy love. 



What should we talk of dainties, then, 

 Of better meat than 's fit for men ? 

 These are but vain : that 's only good 

 Which God hath bless'd, and sent for food. 



But could youth last and love still breed, 

 Had joys no date nor age no need ; 

 Then those delights my mind might move 

 To live with thee, and be thy love. 



Mother. Well, I have done my song. But stay, honest 

 anglers ; for I will make Maudlin to sing you one short song 

 more Maudlin, sing that song that you sung last night, when 



* Sir Thomas Orerbury's character of a fayre and happy milkmaid, 

 printed with his poem, entitled The Wife, in 12mo. 1655. 



