May our young Gallants wound or bless But cannot warm my frozen Heart Not capable of Joy or smart Cause neither Wit nor Looks nor Kindness can Make young a Super-annu-ated man Those sparks that every Minute fly From your bright Eyes do falling dye Not kindle flames as heretofore Because old I can Love no more Beauty on wither'd hearts no Trophy gains For Tynder over-us'd no fire retains If you 'l indure to be admir'd By an Old Dotard new Inspir'd You may enjoy the Quinteslence Of my past loves without Expence For I can wait and prate I thank my Fate I can do all but no new Fire Create A Song Colin and his Love MOst early in a Morning fair A Shepherd Sang this Solemn Ayr VVhere his Dear Love did use to lye And thus Lamenting he did Cry VVas ever one in love as I That am so Sick yet cannot dye My Heart is broak my delight is gone Yet I 'le have my Love or I 'le have none My Father hath done me much wrong To keep me from my Love so long But unto him I 'le have it known That I 'le havâ— my Love or I 'le have none To some far Country I will goe Confine my self to care and woe And there I 'le sit and make my moan For I 'le have my Love or I 'le have none Set Forty Thousand on a row My love will make the fairest show And though from me she 's fled and gone Yet I 'le have my Love or I 'le have none I gave my Love a pair of Shoon As black as Jet her shoo-strings blew She put um on and away she 's Flown Yet I 'le have my Love or I 'le have none A Song A Lady to a young Courtier LOve thee Good sooth not I I 've some what else to do Alas you must go learn to talk Before you learn to VVoe Nay fie stand off go to go too Before you 'r in the Fashion And newly come to Court D' ye think your Cloths are Orators T' invite us to the sport Ha ha who will not jeer you for 't Ne're look so sweetly Youth Nor Fiddle with your Band VVe know you trim your borrow'd Curls To shew your pretty Hand But 't is too young for to command Go practice how to Jeer And think each word a Jest That 's the Courts wit Alas you are out To think when finely drest You please me or the Ladies best And why so confident Because that lately we Have brought another lofty word Unto our Pedegree Your inside seems the worse to me Mark how Sir Whacham Fools I marry there 's a wit Who cares not what he sayes or swears So Ladies laugh at it Who can deny such Blades a bit The Bashful Lover A Song in the Play of the Mock Astrologer CAlm was the Evening and clear was the skie And the sweet budding flowers did spring When all alone went Amintor and I To hear the sweet Nightingale sing I sate and he lay'd him down by me And scarely his breath he could draw But when with a fear he began to come near He was dasht with a ha ha ha ba ha ha c. He blusht to himself and laid still a while 'T was his modesty curb'd his desire But strait I convinc'd all his fears with a smile And added new flames to his fire Ah! Silvia said he your are cruel To keep your poor lover in awe Then once more he prest with his hand to my brest But wast dasht with a ha ha ha ha ha ha c. I knew 't was his passion that caused his fear And therefore I pittied his case I whisper'd him softly there 's no body near And lay'd my Cheek close to his Face But as he grew bolder and bolder A Shepherd came by us and saw And strait as our bliss we began with a Kiss He laughs out with a ha ha ha ha ha ha c. A Song Fredome in Love PLeasure Beauty Youth attend ve Love and melting thoughts befriend ye While the spring of Nature lasteth Use your time e're Winter hasteth Active blood and free delight Place and privacy invite Oh be kind as you are fair Lose no advantage got for Air. She is cruel that denies it Stealth of sport in love supplies it Bounty best appears in granting Else the eares of love are wanting There 's the sweet exchange of bliss Where ach whisper proves a Kiss In the gains are felt no pains For still in all the loser gains A Song Advice to Cloris CLoris forbear a while do not o're Joy me Urge not another Smile lest you destroy me That Beauty pleaseth most and is best taken Which soon is won soon lost Kind yet forsaken I love a coming Lady 't is true I doe But now and then I 'de have her scornful too O'recloud those eyes of thine bo-peep thy Features Warm with an April shine scorch not thy Creatures Still to display thy ware still to be fooling Argues how rude you are in Cupid's schooling Disdain begets a smile scorn draws us nigh 'T is cause I would and cannot makes me try Cloris I 'de have thee wise when Gallants view thee And Court do thou despise fly those persue thee Fasts move an Appetite makes hunger greater Whose stinted of delight falls to 't the better Be coy and kind by turns be smoth and rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough A Song Counsel to a Maid CLoris when e're you do intend To venture on a bosom Friend Be sure you know your servant well Before your libertie you sell For Loves a Feaver in young and old That 's sometimes hot and sometimes cold And men you know when e're they please Can soon be sick of this disease Then wisely chuse a freind that may Last for an Age not for a day Who loves thee not for Lip or Eye But from a Mutual Sympathie To such a friend thy Heart engage For he will court thee in old Age And kiss thy shallow wrinkled brow With as much joy as he doth now A Song The doubtful lover Resolv'd FAin would I love but that I fear I quickly should the willow wear Fain would I marry but men say When love is try'd he will away Then tell me Love what I shall do To cure these fears when e're I woe The fair one she 's a mark to all The Brown one each doth lovely call The Black a Pearl in fair-mens eyes The rest will stoop to any prize Then tell me Love what I shall do To cure these fears when e're I woe Reply Go Lover know it is not I That wound with fear or jealousie Nor do men feel those smarts Until they have confin'd their hearts Then if you 'l cure your fears you shall Love neither Fair Black Brown but All. A Song The Merry Lover I Love thee for thy Fickleness And great inconstancie For had'st thou been a constant Lass Then thon had'st ne're lov'd me I love thee for thy Wantonness
And for thy drollerie For if thou had'st not lov'd to sport Then thou had'st ne're lov'd me I Love thee for thy Poverty And for thy want of Coin For if thou had'st been worth a groat Then thou had'st ne're been mine I Love thee for thy Uglyness And for thy Foolerie For if thou hadst been fair or wise Then thou had'st ne're lov'd me Then let me have thy Heart a while And thou shalt have my Money I 'le part with all the wealth I have T' enjoy a lass so Bonny A Song Liberty in Love HOw happy art thou and I That never knew how to love There 's no such blessings here beneath What e're there is above 'T is libertie 't is libertie That every wiseman loves Out out upon those Eyes That think to Murder me And he 's an asse believes her fair That is not kind and free There 's nothing sweet there 's nothing sweet To man but Libertie I 'e tye my Heart to none Nor yet confine mine eyes But I will play my game so well I 'le never want a prize 'T is libertie 't is libertie Has made me now thus wise A Song A Clown to his Mistress EXcellent Mistress fairer then the Moon Then scowred Peter or the silver Spoon Brighter then Venus or the Morning Star Dainty fine Mistress by my troth you are Far excelling all other Nimphs As Lobsters Crawfish or Crawfish Shrimps The Glow-worm is most bright Your Eyes do shine more clearly As I hope to be Knighted I love thee most dearly On a Wife HEr for a Mistress fain would I enjoy Who hangs the Lip and pouts at every toy Speaks like a wag is bold dare boldly stand And bare Loves Scepter in a constant hand Laughs loud and for one blow will give me three And when she 's stabb'd will fall a kissing me If she be Modest Wise and chast of Life Hang her she 's good for nought but for a Wife On Tobacco MUch Meat do serve the Glutton To feed upon like Swine But he 's a happy man indeed That on an Hearb can Dine His Trencher needs no Napkin His Fingers for to wipe He keeps a Kitchin in his box His roast-meat in a Pipe Upon a Welshman A Man of Wales a little before â—aster Ran on his Hostess score for Cheese a Teaster His Hostess chalkt it up behind the dore And said for Cheese good Sir Come pay the score Cod's Pluternails quoth he what meaneth these What dost thou think her knows not Chalk from Cheese A Song The Jovial Tinker HE that a Tinker a Tinker will be Let him leave other Loves and come listen to me Though he Travels all the Day Yet he comes home still at Night And dallies with his Doxie And dreams of Delight His Pot and his Tost in the morning he takes And all the day long good musick he makes He wanders up and down to Wakes and to Faires And casts his Cap at the Court and its cares When to the Town the Tinker doth come Oh how the wanton wenches run Some bring him Basons some bring him Bowles All wenches pray him to stop up their holes Tink goes the Hammar the Skellet and the Skummer Come bring me the Copper Kettle For the Tinker the Tinker the merry merry Tinker Oh he is the man of mettle Ho Maids Fair maids sweet wenches come away Let me here no longer stay But bring me the Kettle the Trug and the Tray For here comes the Tinker with his Tools This Trade was never taught in Schools No nor his Art as you may see The Cobler mends not more then he CATCHES NOw that the Spring hath fill'd our Veins With kind and active fire And made green Liveries for the Plaines And every Grove a Quire Sing we this Song with mirth and merry glee And Bacchus crown the Bowl And here 's to thee and thou to me And every thirsty soul Shear sheep that have them cry we still But see that none escape To take of his Sherry that makes us so merry And plump as the lusty Grape 2 Catch Your merry Peets old Boys Of Aganippes Well Full many tales have told Boys Whose liquor doth excel And how that place was haunted By those that love good VVine VVho tippled there and chaunted Among the Muses Nine VVhere still they cry'd Drink clear Boys And you shall quickly know it That 't is not lowzy Beer Boys But Wine that makes a Poet. 3 Catch Call George again boy call George again And for the love of Bacchus call George again George is a good boy and draws us good wine Or fill us more Clarret our wit to refine George is a brave Lad and an honest man If you will him know he dwells at the Swan 4 Catch ' Mongst all the precious Juices Afforded for our uses There 's none to be compar'd with Sack For the body or the mind No such Physick you shall find Therefore boy see we do not lack VVould'st thou hit a lofty strain VVith this Liquor warm thy brain And thou Swain shalt sing as sweet as Sidney Or would'st thou laugh and be fat There 's not any like to that To make Jack Sprat a man of Kidney It is the Soul of mirth To poor Mortals upon Earth It would make a coward bold as Hector Nay I wager durst a Peece That those merry Gods of Greece Drank old Sack and Nectar 5 Catch Come come away to the Tavern I say For now at home 't is washing day Leave your prittle prattle and fill us a pottle You are not so wise as Aristotle Drawer come away let 's make it Holy-day Anon Anon Anon Sir what is' t you say 6 Catch There was an old man at Waltham cross Who merrily sung when he liv'd by the loss Hey tro-ly loly loly lo. He never was heard to sigh a hey ho But he sent it out with a Hey troly loly lo. He chear'd up his heart When his goods went to wrack With a hem boy Hem And a cup of old Sack Sing hey troly loly lo. 7 Catch Come let us cast Dice who shall drink Mine is twelve and his fice sink Six and Four is thine and he threw Nine Come away Sink tray Size ace fair play Quator duce is your throw Sir Quator ace they run low Sir Two Duces I see Duce ace is but three Oh were is the wine come fill up his glass For here is the man has thrown Ams ace 8 Catch She that will eat her breakfast in her bed And spend the morn in dressing of her head And sit at dinner like a Maiden-Bride And nothing do all day but talk of pride Jove of his mercy may do much to save her But what a case is he in that shall have her 9 Catch Never let a man take heavily the clamor of his wife But be rul'd by me and lead a merry life But let her have her will in every thing If she scolds then laugh and sing Hey derry derry ding 10
Drink but I Why man of Morrals tell me why Mr. A. Cowley 40 Catch Good Susan be as secret as you can You know your Master is a jealous man Though thou and I do mean no hurt or Ill Yet Men take Women in the worse sensâ— still And fear of Horns more grief in hearts hath bred Then wearing Horns doth hurt a Cuckolds head 41 Catch Sweet Jane sweet Jane I love thee wondrous well But I 'm afraid thou l't dye a Maid And so lead Apes in Hell For why my Dear 'T is pitty it should be so thou 'dst better then to take a man And keep thee from the foe Thou art so pretty and fine And wondrous handsome too Then be not coy let 's get a boy Alass what should we do I see thy Brow and I know What colour it is below Then do not Jest but smile the rest I fay I know what I know 42 Catch If wealth could keep a man alive I 'de only study how to thrive That having got a mighty Mass ' Might bribe the fates to let me pass But since we can't prolong our years Why spend we time in needless grief and fears For since Dest'nie has decreed us to dye And all must pass over the Ferry Hang Riches and Cares Since we han't many Years Let 's have a short life and a merry 43 Catch Times are changed from bad to worse Knavery thrives and sills a pace the Purse It was a goodly Golden Age of Old But now the Age is mad for Gold Youth and Beauty play at wasters Is not this a mad world my Masters Couzenage is the praise of wit Letchery but a merry merry fit Pride a complement and grace Beauty an Adul'trate Face Drunkards now are call'd Boon Wasters Is not this a mad world my Masters 44 Catch Bess black as a Charcole Was found in a dark hole With Kit at the Cat and the Fiddle But what they did there None safely can swear Yet Gentlemen Riddle my Riddle ' Troth I would be loth Were I put to my oath To swear Kit with Bess did ingender Yet it would tempt a man Bridle all he can His present wishes to tender But it was found at last E're twelve-months was past That Cristopher Bess had o're master'd For betwixt either Thigh He quartered so nigh She brought him a Jolly brown Bastard 45 Catch A Womans rule should be in such a fashion Only to guide her houshold and her passion And her obedience never out of season So long as either Husbands lasts or Reason Ill fares that hapless Family that showes A Cock that 's silent and a Hen that Crowes I know not which live most unnatural lives Obedient Husbands or Commanding Wives 46 Catch When Wives do hate their Husbands friends As jealous of some fearless ends And still and angry look she settles As if of late she'ad piss'd on Nettles Ware ho ware ho for then of force The Mare will prove the better Horse When Women will ever be nice Foolish Proud and manly wise And their wanton humour Itches To were their Husbands widest Breeches Ware ho ware ho for then of force The Mare will prove the better Horse 47 Catch Then let us be friends and most friendly agree The Pimp the Punck and the Doctor are three That cannot but thrive when united they be The Pimp brings in custom the Punck she gets treasure Of which the Physician is sure of his measure For work that she makes him in sale of her pleasure â—r which when she wears by Diseases or Pain â—e Doctor new Vamps or Upsets her again â—e Doctor new Vamps or upsets her again 48 Catch A Pox on the Jaylor and on his fat Jole There 's liberty lies in the bottom of th' Bole A fig for what ever the Rascal can do Our Dungeon is deep but out Cups are so too Then Drink we round in despite of our foes And make our hard Irons cry clink in the close Now laugh we and quaff we untill our rich Noses Grow red and contest with our chapplets of Roses 49 Out of Anacreon When I tast my Goblet deep All my cares are rock'd asleep Then I am Croesus Lord of th' Earth Singing Odes of Wit and Mirth And with Ivy Garlands Crown'd I can kick the Globe round round Others Fight but let me Drink Boy my Goblet fill to th' Brink For when I lay down my Head Better be Drunk Dead-drunk then dead FINIS Although some of these merry Poems Do seem to Halt on Crutches Yet I doubt not but they 'l please you For your charge which not much is Advertisement Those who for their Curiosity and the more completement of these Ballads Songs or Catches do desire the Tune to any of them if they please to call at John Playford's shop in the Temple he will accommodate them with the most of the said Tunes Books newly printed for John Playford at his Shop in the Temple 1. 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be deaf to my pitiful moan Then I must endure the smart still And tumble in straw alone Yet still I cry O turn Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art The cause of my miserie On a Cold Chyne of BEEF BRing out the Old Chyne the Cold Chyne to me And how I le charge him come and see Brawn tusked Brawn well sowst and fine VVith a precious cup of Muscadine Chorus How shall I sing how shall I look Chorus In honour of the Master-Cook The Pig shall turn round and answer me Canst thou spare me a shoulder a wy a wy The Duck Goose and Capon good fellows all three Shall dance thee an antick so shall the Turkey But O! the cold Chyne the cold Chyne for me Chorus How shall I sing how shall I look Chorus In honour of the Master-Cook VVith brewis I le noynt thee from head toth heel Shall make thee run nimble then the new oyl'd wheel With Pye-crust wee 'l make thee The eighth wise man to be But O! the cold Chyne the cold Chyne for me Chorus How shall I sing how shall I look Chorus In honour of the Master-Cook On a Chine of BEEF A Chine of Beef God save us all Far longer than the Butchers Stall And sturdier than the City wall For this held out untill the foe By dint of Blade and potent blow Fell in Pell-mell that did not so VVith Somachs sharper than their Knives They lay'd about them for their lives VVell East-Cheape men beware your VVives Inraged weapons storm'd it round Each wreaking from an open wound That in its own Gravy it seem'd drown'd Magnanimous Flesh that did not fall At first assault or second mall But a third time defaist them all VVhat strength may fates decrees revoke It was ordain'd this should be broke Alass in time the sturdy Oake VVhat goodly Ruines did appear VVhat Bulwarks Spondals are there here VVhat Palizado Ribs are there The bold monument stearn Death defies Inscribed thus to mirth here lies A Trophey and a Sacrifice Councel to a Batchellor HE that Marries a merry Lass He has most cause to be sad For let her go free in her merry tricks She 'l work his patience mad But he that Marries a Scold a Scold He has most cause to be merry For when she is in her fits he may cherrish his wits With Singing hey down a derry He that Weds a Roring Girle That will both scratch and fight Though he study all day to make her away Will be glad to please her at night But he that Marries a sullen wench Which scarce will speak at all Her doggedness more than a Scold or a Whore Will penetrate his Gall. He that Marries with a Turtle-Dove That has no spleen about her Shall wast so much life in love of his wife He had better be without her Advice to a Friend upon his Marriage TO Friend and to Foe to all that I know That to Marriage Estate do prepare Remember your dayes in several wayes Are troubled with sorrow and care For he that doth look in the Married mans book And read but his Items all over Shall find them to come at length to a sum Which shall empty Purse Pocket and Coffer In the pastimes of love when their labours do prove And the fruit beginneth to kick For this and for that and I know not for what The woman must have or be sick There 's Item set down for a loos-bodyed Gown In her longings you must not deceive her For a Bodkin a Ring or the other fine thing For a Whisk a Scarf or a Beaver Deliver'd and well who is' t cannot tell Thus while the Child lyes at Nipple There 's Item for Wine and Gossips so fine And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple There 's Item I hope for Water and Sope There 's Item for Fire and Candle For better for worse There 's Item for Nurse The Baby to dress and to dandle When swadled in lap There 's Item for Pap And Item for Pot Pan and Ladle A Courel with Bells which custom compels And Item ten Groats for a Cradle With twenty odd knacks which the little one lacks And thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee But this is the sport in Country and Court Then let not these pastimes betray thee The Married mans Diet. Twelve sorts of Meats my Wife provides And bates me not a Dish Of which Four Flesh Four Fruit there are The other Four of Fish For the first Course she serves me in Four Birds that dainties are The First a Quaile the next a Raile A Bittern and a Jar. My Appetite being cloy'd with these With Fish she makes it sharp And brings me next a Lump 2 Pout A Gudgeon 2nd a Carp The Second Course is of Fruit well serv'd Fitting well the Season A Medler and a Hartichoak A Crab and a small Reison What 's he that having such a Wife That on her would not doat Who daily does provide such Fare VVhich costs him ne're a Groat A Song Caelia's Complaint POor Caelia once was very fair A quick bewitching eye she had Most neatly look'd her brayded Hair Her dainty Cheeks would make you mad Upon her Lips did all the Graces play And on her Breast ten thousand Cupids lay Then many a doting Lover came From Seventeen till Twenty one Each told her of his mighty flame But she Forsooth affected none One was not Handsome th' other was not Fine This of Tobacco smelt and that of wine But t'ther day it was my fate To walk along that way alone I saw no Coaob before her Gate But at her Dore I heard her Moan She dropt a Tear and Sighing seem'd to say Young Ladies Marry Marry while you may A Song The Mad Lover HE that will court a wench that is Coy That is Proud that is Peevish and Antick Let him be as careless to sport and to toy And as wilde as she can be frantick Flatter her and slight her Laugh at her and spight her Rayl and commend her again 'T is the way to woe her If you mean to do her Such Girles love such men He that will court a wench that is milde And that is sweet of behaviour Lâ—t him gently woe her And not roughly come to her 'T is the way to win her Favour Give her Kisses plenty She 'l take them were they twenty Stroak her and Kiss her again 'T is the way to woe her If you mean to do her Soft Girles love milde men He that will court a wench that is mad That will squeak and cry out if you hand her Let him frisk and fling and make the house to ring 'T is the only way to command her Take her up and towze her Give her Kisses and rouse her Rayl and commend her again 'T is the way to woe her If you mean to do her Such Girles love wilde men A Song An Old Knight to a Young Ladâ— MAdam your Beauty I confess