displeas'd Which were enough I trow To conquer any princely Maid So did he me I vow But now for Iemmy must I mourn Who to the Wars must go His sheephook to a sword must turn A lass what shall I do His Bag-pipe into warr-like sounds Must now exchanged be Instead of Garlands fearfull Wounds Then what becomes of me Damon being asked a reason for Loveing PHillis you ask me why I do persue And Court no other Nymph but you And why with eyes and sighes I do betray A passion which I dare not say His cause I love and if you ask me why With womens answers I must make reply You ask what Arguments I have to prove That my unrest proceeds from Love You 'l not believe my passion till I show A better reason why t is so Then Phillis let this reason serve for one I know I love because my reasons gon You say a love like mine must needs declare The object so belov'd not fair That neither witt nor beauty in her dwell Whose lover can no reason tell Why 't is he does adore or why he burns Phillis let them give such that have returnes For by the self same reason which you use Damon might justly you accuse Why do you scorn and with a proud disdain Receive the Vowes but slight the Swain You say you cannot love yet know no cause May I not prove my love by your own Lawes Am I not youthful and as gay a Swain As ere appear'd upon the Plain Have I not courted you withal t'adress An amourous Shepheard could profess To add to this my Flocks and Heards are great Yet this will scarce my happyness compleat Thus you no reason for your coldness give And t is but just you should believe That all your beauty unadorn'd by art Have hurt and not oblig'd my heart Be kind to that return my passion too And I 'le give reason why I love you so SONG VVHen reason ore my heart did sway Then subject passions did obey And freedom still I most did crave Not thinking e're to be Loves slave Till he most cunning by surprize Stole in and fixt my wandring eyes 2. My reason then by passion led With pleasing joys my fancy fed Which for a time did so transcend I thought they ne're could have an end And nothing then did grieve me more Then that I had not lov'd before 3. When at my freedome I did range My joy uncertainly did change My pleasures still methoughts were scant And still my joyes did something want Till in her center fixt by love Satiety of sweets I prove 4. Blest with loves chains I thus did live But for it could no reason give My pleasures were too sweet to last And by disdain were soon o're cast Anothers flame her heart assaults Which prov'd her love to me was false 5. My love then scorn'd dy'd with disgrace And reason once again took place When reason comes love must depart Both ne're at once liv'd in a heart Strange that I should so foolish prove And thus to be mislead by love SONG LOng did fair Phillis love a Swain Who as 't was thought repaid again With interest her kindness Their love 's but flocks not equal were The only cause of all their fear This prov'd god Cupids blindness 2. With equal flames a while they burn When one both did rejoyce or mourn Their hearts so were fetter'd Yet a new love did him succeed Which prov'd the first was but for need Though may be 't was not better'd 3. A Gallant comes Gallants can do Much with young Maids and old ones too And lovingly accost her The unjust Nymph did court his flame More eagerly then e're the Swain Did hers before he left her 4. The Swain forgot the match is made With the new love though as 't was said He had no mind to marry Hymen to light his Torch they call The Nymphs and Swains invited all To see him reach his Quarry 5. But providence the Marriage crost Just at the time the Bride-groomes lost When he should be a doing It cost her many sighs and tears With little joy and many fears E're Hymen ends the woeing 6. This womans folly plainly shews Who still withdraw their smiles from those Who love and most affect them Which fortune on themselves return And commonly does make them burn For those that most neglect them 7. Some sorâ—y were but many smil'd And said the Nymph the Swain beguild Because he did not at her Some cry'd the plains he would desert Or that despair would break his heart But faith 't was no such matter SONG TRuest joy must arise From a womans bright eyes For there is the perfectest bliss Till we can obtain Betwixt pleasure and pain The injoyments that follow a kiss 2. For love after scorning And joy after mourning Are alwayes far better accepted Then that love which we gain Without trouble or pain From a Mis who us never neglected 3. For when with a home-touch She is tickled so much That it makes her cry oh it does hurts me Oh! oh then does succeed Those true pleasures indeed Which what Paradise is ' dos instruct me SONG FOnd man that hopes to catch a face Whos 's every grace Will strick thy heart with an amazing terror Her beauties shine So like divine That they 'l convince thee of thy foolish error 2. Mark but that glance which now did fly From her bright Eye And tell me then can any Mortal draw A Line by art Like that fierce Dart Which all the subject world can keep in awe 3. Hark to that heavenly voice which can Transport a man Beyond the raptures of the heavenly Sphears As soon you may Create a day Or sweet Aurora's beauties Lymn as hers 4. Leave then thy bold attempt to Fate Who must create New fancy which must heavenly power receive For grant that here Apellis were She as his fruites the Birds would him deceive SONG NO justice he had that first did approve To cast down high Honour and set up fond Love Though love we confess has the antienter state Yet old things we see growes most out of date 2. Love after injoyment does seldome prove good But Honour for ever does raign in the blood That just like the Smoke does quickly expire But this does for ever remain like Fire 3. Love must unto Honour precedency give That dyes with the Subject when Honour does live 'T is that that keeps love out of the Dust For love without honour at best is Lust 4. To be scorned in Love is a most cruel Fate And thus we prove Honour the happier state For old things we know must give place unto new Then cast back fond Love and give Honour her due A Country Diologue Will. GOod Morrow Dolly I Salute thee After our own Country way Doll Now by my Maiden-head Will I thank thee And good Morrow to thee I say Will. Your Maiden-head you pretty Dowdy What a simpering look thou hast
SONG 1. FAir was my Mistress and fine as a Bride That is deck'd in her wedding attire Her eyes do's protest I shall not be deni'd And yet I dare hardly come nigh her I seem'd to be sad and she smil'd Which I thought did a kindness betray Then forward I go But was dash'd with a no Yet came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 2. Strange was she then as a politick Nun And I found my first courting was lost Her frowns put me farther then when I begun O see how poor Mortals are crost I then made another assault When her kindness began to display And I brought her to this That she gave me a kiss And came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 3. High was my courage but more my desire Which fed my addresses with force That you could not distinguish whose eyes had most Fire Or who had the prettiest discourse Agreed we lay'd down and tumbled Till both were a weary of play Though I spent a full share Yet by Cupid I swear I came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha SONG 1. FArewel dear Revechia my joy and my grief Too long I have lov'd you and found no releif Undone by your Jaylor too strict and severe Your eyes gave me Love and he gives me despair Now urg'd by your interest I seek to retire Far off from the cause of so hopeless a fire To stay near you still were in vain to torment Your ears with a passion you must not content 2. To live in the Countrey with fooles is less pain Then still to endure an unwilling disdain You 'r the cause of my exile and far off I 'le go That none of my suffrings you ever may know But if some kind fate you should chance to convey And through woods where i 've been your journey should lay Your name when you find upon every tree You 'l say poor Alexis 't was written by thee On Calliope retiring to her Spring Song 1. SAcred to Love and Harmony And to the Fair Calliope There is a Spring by Heav'n desig'nd To feed a Melancholly mind Hither when bigg with sighs and tears The troubl'd Deity repairs And with those Crystal dropps the spring augments Pouring into the Nymph her discontents 2. So Nero to a Hill retir'd When Rome by his command was fir'd And on his Harp contemptuosly Play'd the sad City's Elegy As here when to her conq'ring eyes Mankind's a flaming sacrifice Calliope insultingly retreats And with her Voice and Lute her scorn repeats 3. Her voice th' harmonious Swans admire And in attention half expire Catching the Eccho of each sound And drunk with aire and almost drown'd Charming Calliope thy voice controul's Even the passions of our soules Charm me yet more that dying I may be A Sacrifice to Harmony and Thee Mad Tom of Bedlam FOrth form the Darke and Dismall Cell And deep abiss of Hell Poor Tom is come to view the VVorld agen To see if he can cure his distempered Brain Fears and Cares oppress my Soul And hark how the angry Furies houle Pluto laughs and Proserpine is glad To see poor Tom of Bedlam mad Through the world I wander night and day To seek my stragled sences In an angry mood I met old Tom VVith his Pentarch of tences When me he spi'd Away he hi'd For time will stay for no man In vain with cryes I rend the Skyes For Pitty is not common Cold and comfortless I lye Help Oh help for Charity Hark I hear Appoll's teame The Carman gins to whistle Chast Diana has bent her Bow And the Bore begins to bristle Come Vulcan with Tooles and with Jackles Come knock off these troublesome Shackles Bid Charles make ready his wain To bring me my Sences again Last night I heard the Dog Star bark Mars met with Venus in the dark Limping Vulcan het an Iron bar And furiously ran at the God of War Mars with his Weapon laid about But Limping Vulcan had the Gout His broad Horns did hang so in 's light He could not see to aim his blow aright Mercury the nimble Post of Heaven Stood still to see the Quarrel Gorbellyed Bacchus Giant like Bestrid a great Bear Barrel To me he drank I did him thank But I could get no Sider He drank whole Butts And split his Gutts But mine were nere the wider Poor Tom is very dry A little Drink for charity Hark I hear Acteous horn The Huntsman whoopes and hollows Bowman Ringwood Ropter Joylen ho ho At the Chase now followes The man in the Moon drinks Clarret Eats powder'd â—â—if Turnip and Carret But a glass of old Malago Sack Will fire the Bush at his back Upon his Dead Mistress represented in a Dream UNkind And cruel fancy too Mocking my Sences to renew The mem'ry of that face VVhich Death tyrannically took On purpose he might gaze and look And all his empire grace For as wild sullen fettered Beasts do tyre Themselves by strangling and put out their fire So my unrully grief it self had tam'd Which now by fresher Passion is enflam'd 2. Were there but hopeing from the Grave I wou'd to sorrow live a Slave And wait for her return Or stifle craftily my Breath With sigh's if proud and stubborn death Wou'd lay me in her Urne But he 's too fond of her there she must stay Where I access want since he guards the way I 'le chide no more then Fancies use thy skill That I may dream such killing pleasure still An Epithalamium 1. THough so many say that chance is Sole disposer of our lives That our actions and our fancies It directs and gives us Wives Yet the story here Divine is Past the reach of mortal sence Hee 's mistaken whose designe is To prevent a Providence 2. There was neither Birth nor Beauty Made these years Parenthesis Fitting accidents and duty Did before deny the bliss Since they now embrace each other With a just and mutual fire May their passions never smother Or their spirits fail desire 3. Happy be your first embraces So to answer both your flames That when either time defaces You restor'd be in your names Prudence let your deeds contrive all Free from jealousie and rage Death alone let be your Rival And the challenge brought by age SONG THe beams of Lovers sparkling Eyes Such strange misterious powers dart They make their object sympathize And feel the flames that fire their heart If this were true as reason seems to prove You cannot be insensible of Love 2. Fires active Element ascends Loves passion is defin'd a flame If then my heart too high pretends Ambition doth its truth proclaim Love sometimes bowes though flames still upward move So heavenly Cinthia did Endimion love Love does of life and death dispose Commands as cheif in Court and Feild Then how can I a Prince oppose To
COVENT GARDEN DROLERY OR A COLECTION Of all the Choice Songs Poems Prologues and Epilogues Sung and Spoken at Courts and Theaters never in Print before Written by the refined'st Witts of the Age. And Collected by A. B. LONDON Printed for James Magnes neer the Piazza in Russel-Street 1672. PROLOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Boutell to the Maiden Queen WOmen like us passing for men you 'l cry Presume too much upon your Secresie There 's not a fop in town but will pretend To know the cheat himself or by his friend Then make no words on 't Gallants t is e'ne true We are condemn'd to look and strut like you Since we thus freely our hard fate confess Accept us these bad times in any dress You 'l find the sweet on 't now old Pantaloons Will go as far as formerly new Gowns And from your own cast Wigs expect no frowns The Ladies we shall not so easily please They 'l say what impudent bold things are these That dare provoke yet cannot do us right Like men with huffing looks that dare not fight But this reproach our courage must not daunt The Bravest Souldier may a Weapon want Let Her that doubts us still send Her Gallant Ladies in us you 'l Youth and Beauty find All things but one according to your mind And when your Eyes and Ears are feasted here Rise up and make out the short Meal elsewhere EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Reeves to the Maiden Queen VVHat think you Sirs was 't not all well enough Will you not grant that we can strut and huff Men may be proud but faith for ought I see They neither walk nor cock so well as we And for the fighting Part we may in time Grow up to swagger in heroick Rhime For though we cannot boast of equal force Yet at some Weapon's men have still the worse Why should not then we Women act alone Or whence are men so necessary grown Our's are so old they are as good as none Some who have tri'd em if you 'l take their Oaths Sweat they 're as arrant tinsell as their Cloaths Imagine us but what we represent And we could e'ne give you as good content Our faces shapes all 's better than you see And for the rest they want as much as we Oh would the higher Powers be kind to us And grant us to set up a female house VVee 'l make our selves to please both Sexes then To the Men Women to the Women Men. Here we presume our Legs are no ill sight And they would give you no ill Dreams at night In Dream's both Sexes may their passions ease You make us then as civil as you please This would prevent the houses joyning two At which we are as much displeas'd as you For all our Women most devoutly swear Each would be rather a poor Actress here Then to be made a Mamamouchi there Prologue to the Parsons Wedding spoken by M. Marshall AFter so many sad complaints to us The painful labouring Woman of this house We with our Poet have prevail'd again To give us our Revenge upon the men Our tricks our jelting hath been often told They nere were tax'd for impotent and old 'T was not our crime the house so long lay still When e're we play not 't is against our will We could have acted could but they have joyn'd You know the fault lies seldom in our kind Poor Sinners their best parts are worn away And now they quarrel when they cannot play 'T was somewhat better when they did agree 'T was old but 't was a willing company Mean time till they their quarrels can attone You may supply their Parts now they are gone We hope you will not let us act alone The House the Scenes and all things are free While this Play lasts 't is ours and you and we Can joyn and make an abler Company For so much every Woman here assures The Profit ours the Pleasure shall be yours Epilogue to the Parson's Wedding WHen boys play'd women's parts you 'd think the Stage Was innocent in that untempting Age. No for your amorous Fathers then like you Amongst those Boys had Play-house Misses too They set those bearded Beauties on their laps Men gave 'em Kisses and the Ladies Claps But they poor hearts could not supply our room They went but Females to the Tyring-room While we in kindness to our selves and you Can hold out Women to our Lodgings too Now to oppose the humour of that Age We have this day expell'd our Men the Stage Why cannot we as well perform their Parts No t' would not take the tender Lady's hearts Would then their former charity give o're The Madams in disguise would steal no more To th' young Actors Chambeâ—s in mask'd Faces To leave Love off'rings of Points and Laces Nor can we Act their Parts Alas too soon You 'd find the cheat in th' empty Pantaloon Well though we are not Womens-Men at least We hope to have you Gallants constant Guests Which if you grant and fill our house each day We will return your kindnesses this way VVe 'll build up a new Theatre to gain you And turn this to a House to entertain you A Prologue to Marriage Al la mode by Mr. Heart LOrd how reform'd and quiet are we grown Since all our Braves and all our Wits are gone Fop corner now is free from civil War While Wig and Vizzard Masks no longer jar France and the Fleet hath swept the Town so clear That we can Act in Peace and you can hear Those that durst fight are gone to get renown And those that durst not blush to stand in Town 'T was a sad sight before they went from home To see our Warriors in Red wastcots come With Hair tuck 't up into our tyring-Room But 't was more sad to hear their last adeiu The women sob'd and swore they would be true And so they were as long as ere they cou'd But powerful Guinnie cannot be withstood And they were made of Play-house Flesh Blood Fate did their Friends for double use ordain In Wars abroad the grinning honour gain And Mistresses for all that stay maintain Now they are gone t is dead vacation here For neither Friends nor Enemies appear Poor pensive Punck now peeps ere Plays begin Sees the bare Bench and dares not venter in But manages her half-Crown with care And trudges to the Mall on foot for Air Our City Friends so far will heardly roame They can take up with pleasures nearer home And see gay Showes with gaudy Scenes else where For 't is presumed they seldom come to hear But they have now tane up a glorious trade And cunning Morecraft strut in masquerade Here 's all our hope for we shall show to do A masquing Ball to recommend our Play Nay to indear them more and let them see We scorn to come behind in courtesie We 'l follow the new Mode which they begin And treat them with a Room and Couch within For that