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Thou art not Penshurst built to envious show	A
Of touch or marble nor canst boast a row	A
Of polished pillars or a roof of gold	B
Thou hast no lantern whereof tales are told	B
Or stair or courts but stand'st an ancient pile	C
And these grudged at art reverenced the while	C
Thou joy'st in better marks of soil of air	D
Of wood of water therein thou art fair	D
Thou hast thy walks for health as well as sport	E
Thy Mount to which the dryads do resort	E
Where Pan and Bacchus their high feasts have made	F
Beneath the broad beech and the chestnut shade	F
That taller tree which of a nut was set	G
At his great birth where all the Muses met	G
There in the writhed bark are cut the names	H
Of many a sylvan taken with his flames	H
And thence the ruddy satyrs oft provoke	I
The lighter fauns to reach thy Lady's oak	I
Thy copse too named of Gamage thou hast there	D
That never fails to serve thee seasoned deer	J
When thou wouldst feast or exercise thy friends	K
The lower land that to the river bends	K
Thy sheep thy bullocks kine and calves do feed	L
The middle ground thy mares and horses breed	L
Each bank doth yield thee coneys and the tops	M
Fertile of wood Ashore and Sidney's copse	M
To crown thy open table doth provide	N
The purpled pheasant with the speckled side	N
The painted partridge lies in every field	O
And for thy mess is willing to be killed	P
And if the high swol'n Medway fail thy dish	Q
Thou hast thy ponds that pay thee tribute fish	Q
Fat aged carps that run into thy net	G
And pikes now weary their own kind to eat	R
As loath the second draught or cast to stay	S
Officiously at first themselves betray	S
Bright eels that emulate them and leap on land	T
Before the fisher or into his hand	T
Then hath thy orchard fruit thy garden flowers	M
Fresh as the air and new as are the hours	M
The early cherry with the later plum	U
Fig grape and quince each in his time doth come	U
The blushing apricot and woolly peach	V
Hang on thy walls that every child may reach	V
And though thy walls be of the country stone	W
They're reared with no man's ruin no man's groan	W
There's none that dwell about them wish them down	X
But all come in the farmer and the clown	X
And no one empty handed to salute	Y
Thy lord and lady though they have no suit	Y
some bring a capon some a rural cake	Z
Some nuts some apples some that think they make	Z
The better cheeses bring'em or else send	A2
By their ripe daughters whom they would commend	A2
This way to husbands and whose baskets bear	D
An emblem of themselves in plum or pear	D
But what can this more than express their love	B2
Add to thy free provisions far above	B2
The need of such whose liberal board doth flow	A
With all that hospitality doth know	A
Where comes no guest but is allowed to eat	R
Without his fear and of thy lord's own meat	R
Where the same beer and bread and self same wine	C2
That is his lordship's shall be also mine	C2
And I not fain to sit as some this day	S
At great men's tables and yet dine away	S
Here no man tells my cups nor standing by	D2
A waiter doth my gluttony envy	E2
But gives me what I call and lets me eat	R
He knows below he shall find plenty of meat	R
Thy tables hoard not up for the next day	S
Nor when I take my lodging need I pray	S
For fire or lights or livery all is there	D
As if thou then wert mine or I reigned here	F2
There's nothing I can wish for which I stay	S
That found King James when hunting late this way	S
With his brave son the Prince they saw thy fires	M
Shine bright on every hearth as the desires	M
Of thy Penates had been set on flame	G2
To entertain them or the country came	G2
With all their zeal to warm their welcome here	F2
What great I will not say but sudden cheer	J
Didst thou then make them and what praise was heaped	H2
On thy good lady then who therein reaped	H2
The just reward of her high huswifery	J
To have her linen plate and all things nigh	D2
When she was far and not a room but dressed	I2
As if it had expected such a guest	I2
These Penshurst are thy praise and yet not all	J2
Thy lady's noble fruitful chaste withal	J2
His children thy great lord may call his own	W
A fortune in this age but rarely known	W
They are and have been taught religion thence	M
Their gentler spirits have sucked innocence	M
Each morn and eve they are taught to pray	J
With the whole household and may every day	J
Read in their virtuous parents' noble parts	M
The mysteries of manners arms and arts	M
Now Penshurst they that will proportion thee	E2
With other edifices when they see	E2
Those proud ambitious heaps and nothing else	M
May say their lords have built but thy lord dwells	M

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