Poem by William Davenant

A Song

O thou that sleep'st like pig in straw,
Thou lady dear, arise;
Open (to keep the sun in awe)
Thy pretty pinking eyes:
And, having stretched each leg and arm,
Put on your clean white smock,
And then I pray, to keep you warm,
A petticoat or dock.
Arise, arise! Why should you sleep
When you have slept enough?
Long since, French boys cried Chimney-sweep,
And damsels Kitchen-stuff.
The shops were opened long before,
And youngest prentice goes
To lay at's master's chamber-door
His master's shining shoes.
Arise, arise! your breakfast stays,
Good water-gruel warm,
Or sugar-sops, which Galen says
With mace, will do no harm.
Arise, arise! when you are up
You'll find more to your cost,
For morning's draught in caudle-cup,
Good nutbrown ale, and toast. 

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3. Life and Death
4. Weep No More for What Is Past
5. Ladies in Arms

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