Little bits that nestle there
In the prisoner's panier.
So a blessing light upon
You and mighty Oberon:
That your plenty last till when
I return your alms again.
Mickle, much.
Souce, salt-pickle.
Huckson, huckle-bone.
Chit, sprout.
Orts, scraps of food.
Prisoner's panier, the basket which poor prisoners used to hang out of the gaol windows for alms in money or kind.
639. AN END DECREED.
Let's be jocund while we may,
All things have an ending day;
And when once the work is done,
Fates revolve no flax they've spun.
Revolve, i.e., bring back.
640. UPON A CHILD.
Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies;
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th' easy earth that covers her.
641. PAINTING SOMETIMES PERMITTED.
If Nature do deny
Colours, let Art supply.
