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Thou art not Penshurst built to envious show	A
Of touch or marble nor canst boast a row	A
Of polish'd pillars or a roofe of gold	B
Thou hast no lantherne whereof tales are told	B
Or stayre or courts but stand'st an ancient pile	C
And these grudg'd at art reverenc'd the while	C
Thou joy'st in better marks of soile of ayre	D
Of wood of water therein thou art faire	D
Thou hast thy walkes 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 chest nut 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 barke are cut the names	H
Of many a Sylvane taken with his flames	H
And thence the ruddy Satyres oft provoke	I
The lighter Faunes to reach thy Ladies oke	I
Thy copp's too nam'd of Gamage thou hast there	D
That never failes to serve thee season'd deere	J
When thou would'st 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 grounds thy Mares and Horses breed	L
Each banck doth yeeld thee Coneyes and the topps	M
Fertile of wood Ashore and Sydney's copp's	M
To crown thy open table doth provide	N
The purpled Phesant with the speckled side	N
The painted Partrich lyes in every field	O
And for thy messe is willing to be kill'd	P
And if the high swolne Medway faile 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 kinde to eat	R
As loth the second draught or cast to stay	S
Officiously at first themselves betray	S
Bright Eeles 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 ayre and new as are the houres	M
The earely 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 wals that every child may reach	V
And though thy wals be of the countrey stone	W
They' are rear'd with no mans ruine no mans grone	W
There's none that dwell about them wish them downe	X
But all come in the farmer and the clowne	X
And no one empty handed to salute	Y
Thy Lord and Lady though they have no sute	Y
Some bring a Capon some a rurall Cake	I
Some Nuts some Apples some that think they make	I
The better Cheeses bring 'hem or else send	Y
By their ripe daughters whom they would commend	Y
This way to husbands and whose baskets beare	J
An Embleme of themselves in plum or peare	J
But what can this more than expresse their love	Z
Adde to thy free provisions farre above	Z
The need of such whose liberall boord doth flow	A
With all that hospitality doth know	A
Where comes no guest but is allow'd to eat	Y
Without his feare and of thy Lords own meat	Y
Where the same beere and bread and selfe same wine	X
That is his Lordships shall be also mine	X
And I not faine to sit as some this day	Y
At great mens tables and yet dine away	Y
Here no man tels my cups nor standing by	A2
A waiter doth my gluttony envy	B2
But gives me what I call for and lets me eate	Y
He knowes below he shall finde plentie of meate	Y
Thy tables hoord not up for the next day	Y
Nor when I take my lodging need I pray	Y
For fire or lights or livorie all is there	J
As if thou then wert mines or I raign'd here	J
There's nothing I can wish for which I stay	Y
That found King James when hunting late this way	Y
With his brave sonne the Prince they saw thy fires	M
Shine bright on every harth as the desires	M
Of thy Penates had beene set on flame	C2
To entertayne them or the Countrey came	C2
With all their zeale to warme their welcome here	J
What great I will not say but sodaine cheare	J
Didst thou then make 'hem and what praise was heap'd	Y
On thy good lady then who therein reap'd	Y
The just reward of her high huswifery	J
To have her linnen plate and all things nigh	A2
When she was farre and not a roome but drest	Y
As if it had expected such a guest	Y
These Penshurst are thy praise and yet not all	D2
Thy lady's noble fruitfull chaste withall	D2
His children thy great lord may call his owne	X
A fortune in this age but rarely knowne	X
They are and have been taught religion Thence	M
Their gentler spirits have suck'd innocence	M
Each morne and even they are taught to pray	J
With the whole houshold and may every day	J
Reade in their vertuous parents noble parts	M
The mysteries of manners armes and arts	M
Now Penshurst they that will proportion thee	B2
With other edifices when they see	B2
Those proud ambitious heaps and nothing else	M
May say their lords have built but thy lord dwells	M

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