A DESCRIPTION Of the King and Queen of Fairies, their habit, far, their abode, pomp, and state.  
Being very delightful to the sense, and full of mirth.   depiction of King Charles I and his Queen Consort, Henrietta Maria 
LONDON, Printed for Richard Harper, and are to be sold at his shop, at the Hospital gate. 1635.   

To the Reader.  
Courteous Reader,  
I Present thee here with the Description of the King of the Fairies, of his Attendants, Apparel, Gesture, and Victuals, which though comprehended in the brevity of so short a volume, yet as the Proverb truly avers, it hath as mellifluous and pleasing discourse, as that whose amplitude contains the fullness of a bigger composition: yet not so much presuming on the contentment that it will bring to thee, as partly relying upon thy connivance at the faults therein contained, which being innocent and harmless, can give no great disturbance to thy patience, but please thy palate with variety of mirth, and not doubting but my labour will be remunerable with your good approbation, I shall think my pains well taken, and myself really satisfied with your contentment, emboldening me to subscribe myself  
Yours hereafter, If now approved on, R. S   

  

Deep skilled Geographers, whose art a●● s●●●●  
Do traverse all the world, and with their 〈◊〉  
Declare the strangeness of each several clim●  
The nature, situation, and the time  
Of being inhabited, yet all their art  
And deep informed skill could not imp●●●  
In what set climate of this Orb or I'll,  
The king of Fairies kept, whose honoured s …  
Is here enclosed, with the sincere descript●●●  
Of his abode, his nature, and the region  
In which he rules: read, and thou shalt fin●  
Delightful mirth, fit to content thy min●  
May the contents thereof thy palate suit,  
With its mellifluous and pleasing fruit:  
For nought can more be sweetened to my mi●●  
Than that this Pamphlet thy contentment fin●  
Which if it shall, my labour is sufficed,  
In being by your liking highly prized.  
Yours to his power, R. S.   

A Description of the King of Fairies Clothes, brought to him on New-year's day in the morning, 1626. by his Queen's Chambermaids.  

FIrst a Cobweb-shirt, more thinn  
Than ever Spider since cou●● spin.  
Changed to the whiteness of th● snow,  
By the stormy winds that blow  
In the vast and frozen air,  
No shirt half so fine, so fair.   

A rich Waistcoat they did bring,  
Made of the Trout-flies gilded wing;  
●t which his Elveship 'gan to fret,  
swearing it would make him sweat  
●ven with it weight: he need would wear  
〈◊〉 waistcoat made of downy hair,  
●ew shaved of an Eunuch's chin,  
That pleased him well, 'twas wondrous thin.   

The outside of his doublet was  
Made of the four leaved true loved grass,  
Changed into so fine a gloss,  
With the oil of Crispy moss:  
●t made a Rainbow in the night  
Which gave a lustre passing light.  
On every seam there was a lace  
Drawn by the unctuous Snails slow pace.  
To which the finest purest silver thread  
Compared, did look like dull pale lead.   

His breeches of the Fleece was wrought,  
Which from Chlochos jason brought:  
Spun into so fine a yarn,  
No mortal wight might it discern.  
Woven by Arachne on her loom,  
Just before she had her doom.   

A rich Mantle he did wear,  
Made of Tinsel Gosameare.  
Beflowred over with a few  
Diamond stars of morning dew:  
Died Crimson in a maiden's blush,  
Lined with humble Bees soft plush.   

His Cap was all of Lady's love,  
So wondrous light, that it did move,  
If any humming gnat or fly  
Buzzed the air in passing by.   

About his neck a wreath of pearl  
Dropped from the eyes of some poor girl.  
Pinched, because she had forgot  
To leave clean water in the pot.    

A Description of his Diet.  
NOw they the Elves within a trice,  
Prepared a feast less great than nice.  
Where you may imagine first,  
The Elves prepare to quench his thirst,  
In pure seed Pearl of Infant dew  
Brought and swéetned with a blue  
And pregnant Violet; which done,  
His kill eyes begin to run  
Quite o'er the table, where he spies  
The horns of watered Butterflies.  
Of which he eats, but with a little  
Neat cool allay of Cuckoos spittle.  
Next this the red cap worm that's shut  
Within the concave of a nut.  
Moles eyes he tastes, than Adders ears;  
To these for sauce the slain stags' tears  
A bloated earwig, and the pith  
Of sugared rush he glads him with.  
Then he takes a little Mothe,  
Late fatted in a scarlet cloth,  
A Spinner's ham, the beards of mice,  
Nits carbonadoed, a device  
Before unknown; the blood of fleas  
Which gave his Elveships stomach ease.  
The unctuous dew tops of a Snail,  
The broke heart of a Nightingale,  
O'ercome in music, with the sagge  
And well bestrowted Bees sweet bag.  
Conserves of Atoms, and the mites,  
The stick worm's sperm, and the delights  
Of all that ever yet hath blessed  
●ayrie land: so ends his feast.  Orpheus. Thrice excelling, for the finishment of this Feast, thou must music it so, that the Deities may descend to grace it.  

  

THE FAIRY'S FEGARIES. OR,  

Singing and dancing b●ing all their pleasure,  
They'll please you m●st nicely, if y●ule be at leisure,  
To hear their sweet chanting, it will you delight,  
To cure melancholy at morning and night.   
Sung like to the Spanish Gipsy.  

COme follow, follow me,  
You Fairy Elves that be:  
And circled round this green,  
Come follow me your Queen.  
Hand in hand let's dance a round,  
For this place is Fairy ground.   

When Mortals are at rest.  
And snorting in their nest,  
●nheard, or unespyed,  
through keyholes we do glide:  
●ver tables, stools, and shelves,  
●e trip it with our Fairy Elves.   

●nd if the house be foul,  
●r platter, dish, or bowl,  
●p stairs we nimbly creep,  
●nd find the Sluts asleep:  
●hen we pinch their arms and thighs,  
●one escapes, nor none espies.   

●ut if the house be swept,  
●●d from uncleanness kept,  
●e praise the house and maid,  
●nd surely she is paid:  
●or we do use before we go  
●o drop a Tester in her shoe.   

●pon the mushrooms head,  
●ur table cloth we spread,  
〈◊〉 grain o'th' finest wheat  
●s manchet that we eat:  
●he pearlie drops of dew we drink  
●n Akorne-cups filled to the brink.   

The tongues of Nightingales,  
With unctuous juice of Snails,  
Betwixt two nutshells stewed  
Is meat that's easily chewde:  
The brains of Rrnnes, the beards of mice  
Will make a feast of wondrous price.   

Over the tender grass,  
So lightly we can pass,  
The young and tender stalk,  
Near bows whereon we walk,  
Nor in the morning dew is seen,  
Over night where we have been.   

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,  
Serves for our Minstrels three,  
And sweetly dance a while,  
Till we the time beguile:  
And when the Mooncalf hides her head.  
The glowworm lights us unto bed.   
FINIS.   

 depiction of Adam and Eve cast out of Paradise   

The Melancholy Lover's Song.  
HEnce all you vain delights,  
As short as are the nights  
Wherein you spend your folly,  
There's nought in this life sweet,  
If men were wise to see't,  
But only melancholy.  
Welcome folded hands, and fixed eyes,  
A sigh that's piercing, mortifies,  
A look that's fastened on the ground,  
A tongue chained up without a sound:  
Fountain heads, and pathless groves,  
Are places where pale passion loves.  
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls  
Are warmly housed, save Bats and owls;  
A midnight bell, a parting groan,  
These are the sighs I feed upon:  
Then stretched out bones in a still gloomy valley  
There's nothing dainty, sweet to melancholy  
FINIS.