A MERRY RHYME SENT TO THE LADY WROTH .. BIRTH OF LORD PEMBROKE'S CHILD by EDWARD HERBERT

MADAM, though I am one of those
That every Spring use to compose---
That is, add feet unto round prose---,
Yet you a further art disclose,
And can, as everybody knows,
Add to those feet fine dainty toes.
Satires add nails, but they are shrews;
My Muse therefore no further goes,
But for her feet craves shoes and hose.
Let a fair season add a rose,
While thus attired we 'll oppose
The tragic buskins of our foes.
And herewith, madam, I will close,
And 'tis no matter how it shows:
All I care is, if the child grows.

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