Epigram 73. Of a Servant-Maid

Aservant maid in Winter washing clothes
Upon the banks where pleasant Arnus flowes,
A passenger espi'd her, and did say
I wish (sweet heart) you had a warmer day.
She look'd upon him in a pretty snuff,
And then repli'd; Sir, here I've fire enough,
Laying her hands you may guess where. He smil'd
To hear her answer come so quick, and wild:
And (pulling out his weapon) said (fair Wench)
Light me this Candle then e're I go hence.