On her Dancing.

Have you beheld the little sable beast,

Clad in an Ebon mantle, height a flaw?

Whose supple joynts so nibly skip and caper,

Dancing a measure o’re a Ladies smock;

With motion quick, and courtly Equipage,

So trips my Mistris o’re the flowry stage.

SOURCE: The Academy of Complements (London, 1663), 163.