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To The Painter, To Draw Him A Picture.
By Robert Herrick
Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take
Thy bice, thy umber, pink, and lake;
And let it be thy pencil's strife,
To paint a Bridgeman to the life:
Draw him as like too, as you can,
An old, poor, lying, flattering man:
His cheeks bepimpled, red and blue;
His nose and lips of mulberry hue.
Then, for an easy fancy, place
A burling iron for his face:
Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell,
And for to speak, if possible:
But do not so, for fear lest he
Should by his breathing, poison thee.
Extra Info:
Bice, properly a brown grey, but by transference from "blue bice" and "green bice," used for blue and green.
Burling iron, pincers for extracting knots.
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