Sonnet: Elinda's Glove
I
THOU snowy Farme with thy five Tenements!
Tell thy white Mistris here was one
That call’d to pay his dayly Rents:
But she agathering Flowr’s and Hearts is gone,
And thou left voyd to rude Possession.
II
But grieve not pretty Ermin Cabinet,
Thy Alabaster Lady will come home ;
If not, what Tenant can there fit
The slender turnings of thy narrow Roome,
But must ejected be by his owne dombe?
III
Then give me leave to leave my Rent with thee ;
Five kisses, one unto a place:
For though the Lute’s too high for me ;
Yet Servants knowing Minikin nor Base,
Are still allow’d to fiddle with the Case.
