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Four of the choicest new songs as they are sung at court; written by a person of quality, named E.G.
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E. G.
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1684
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Wing G11B; ESTC R215801
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Four of the choicest New Songs as they are sung at Court Written by a person of Quality named E. G. A Song YOung John the Gardner having lately got A very rich Garden plot Bragging to Jone quoth he so rich a ground For millions cannot in the World be found For 't is a good ground That 's a damn'd lye quoth Jone For I can tell a place that does your Garden far excel In the midst there stands a Well Where 's that says John between my Legs says For there 's a Plant well set which flourish'd all the year And ne're will decay thou needst not to fear For if it drops I such an art have got To raise it that my fertile Garden-plot Will then restore it self as at first In better ground no plant was ever thrust Say so says John then open thy gay green Gate I have a choice plant to set without fate Prethee John be quiet and let my Garden go free For I can have better Plants than any thou canst give me Nay nay my Jone you must not now dispute Let me but graft and you shall have the fruit Another Excellent New Song THou art fair and cruel too I am a Maid what shall I do To purchase my desire Sometimes thine eyes do me invite But when I venture kill me quite Yet ' still in thee 's the fire Oft have I thought my Love to quell And try its furies to repel Since I no hope can find But when I think of having thee My heart as much does toture me As 't would rejoice if kind Thus have I lov'd though hardly us'd And when I proffer am refus'd And I 'll suffer more by coy be cruel come do thy worst Though for thy sake I am accurst Yet ne'retheless I le love thee more Whom I must and will adore A New Love Song THe night her blackest Sables wore All gloomy were the Skies And glittering Stars there were more Than those in Celia's Eyes When at her Fathers Gate I Knockt Where I had often been And shrowded only in her Smock The fair one let me in Fast lock'd within my close embrace She trembling lay Asham'd her swelling Breast And gave me way She 's fair and pretty I have said My eager passion I obey'd Resolv'd the Fort to win And her fond heart was soon betray'd To yield and let me in None but the envying Gods Conquest Or Lovers blest As I to what degrees of happiness We rais'd our equal joy The mistress of love ran o're We did anew begin And she blest that day That e're she let me in But long the feasted thefts of Love VVe could not thus conceal The lovely maid does pregnant prove VVhich must our joys reveal She wept and sigh'd Yet still if 't were to do again She would not curse the fatal hour That e're she let me in But who could see her charming tears Her sorrows without art Her long-wish'd fate with fears And not resign his heart VVe marry'd and conceal'd the Crime So all was well again And now she thanks the blessed hour That e're she let me in Another New Love Song SEE what a Conquest love has made Beneath the Myrtles am'rous shade The charming fair Corinna lyes All melting in desire Quenching in tears those flaming Eyes That set the world on fire VVith fervent hot desire VVhat cannot Tears and Beauty do The youth by chance stood by and knew For whom those Crystal eyes did flow And though he ne're before To her Eyes brightest rage did bow VVeeps too and does adore So when the Heavens do shine clear Guilded with gaudy light appear Each craggy Rock and every stone Their native rigour keep But when in Rain the Clouds fall down The hardest Marbles weep LONDON Printed and are to be Sold by A. Chamberlain in Red-Bâ—ll-Play-house yard over against the Pound St. John-street