God save ye Your Worships might have had a Bod or twain But we have not enow for such a Train A Pastoral Dialogue between Cleon and Delia. 1. AS Delia rested in the Shade With Cleon by her side The Swain thus courted the young Maid And thus the Nymph reply'd 2. Cleon. Sweet let thy Captive Fetters wear Made of thine Arms and Hands Till those that Thraldom scorn or fear Envy my happy Bands 3. Delia. Then thus my willing Arms I wind About thee and am so Thy Pris'ner for my self I bind Until I let thee go 4. Cle. Happy that Slave whom the fair Foe Ties in so soft a Chain Del. More happy I but that I know Thou wilt break loose again 5. Cle. By thine Immortal Beauty never Del. Frail as thy Love 's thine Oath Cle. Though Beauty fade my Faith lasts ever Del. Time will destroy them both 6. Cle. I doat not on thy Snow-white Skin Del. What then Cle. Thy Purer Mind Del. I lov'd too soon Cle. Thou hadst not bin So fair if not so kind 7. Del. O strange vain fancy Cle. But yet true Del. Prove it Cle. Then make a Brade Of those loose Flames that circle you My Suns and yet your Shade 8. Del. 'T is done Cle. Now give it me Del. Thus thou Shalt thine own Error find If those were Beauties I am now Less fair because more kind 9. Cle. You shall confess you erre That Hair Must it not change the hue And leave that Golden Mountain bare Del. Ah me It is too true 10. Cle. Yet this small Wreath shall ever stay In its first native prime And smiling when the rest decay The Triumphs sing of Time 11. Del. Then let me cut from off that Grove One Branch and let it be An Emblem of Eternal Love For such is mine to thee 12. Cle. Thus are we both redeem'd from Time I by thy Grace Del. And I Shall live in thine Immortal Rhyme Until the Muses die 13. Cle. By Heaven Del. Swear not If I must weep Jove shall not smile at me This Kiss my Heart and thy Faith keep Cle. This breathes my Soul to thee 14. Then forth the Thicket Thirfis rush'd Where he saw all their play The Swain stood still and smil'd and blush'd The Nymph fled fast away FINIS Mounsieur Nihils New-Years-gift THe costly Callends put me to a shift What I shall send you for my New-years-gift 'T is not what Ophir yields nor Gems nor Gold I want not things that in th' Exchange are sold Chains Bracelets Ear-rings Rarities and Lawn The curious works by holy Sisters drawn Are far above my reach to compass so All that I have is nothing to bestow Accept I pray the Gift 't becomes you well For you do nothing want as I can tell Scorn not the present look on 't and you 'l find 'T is of much worth nothing contents the mind Nothing is happy nothing is truly good For nothing we pick quarrels and draw Blood And though for nothing Lawyers plead not now Yet about nothing they make much ado Physitians of nothing say the Disease is great Yet if they nothing have they 'l soon retreat Merchants think 't nothing 'bout the world to sail And nothing comes on 't sometimes by an ill gale The Rump-Parliament did nothing but mischief crave Being Hang'd 't was nothing but what they did deserve Gaming is good for nothing but Fight and Curse Yet when all 's gone they think nothing worse Those that ill memories have no patience want When they forget all they think nothing on 't Nothing is dearer than a Mistriss sight Yet good for nothing when shee s known to be Right Nothing is sweeter then the new cropt Rose Nothing is whiter then the Alpin Snows Nothing is better than a trusty Friend Yet nothing worse if Quarrel be at the end Nothings so good as meat to a hungry Soul Yet nothing worse if poyson be i' th' bowl Nothings like Wine the heart to exhilerate Yet nothing worse if it be Sophisticate Nothings in every Childs mouth that 's unruly Ask them what they did I did nothing truly So rare was nothing that long since 't was made Reward unto desert so service was paid Richly with nothing therefore do not grieve To wear this new-thing nothing on your Sleeve Or if you think 't will not become you there Let then this nothing new dangle in your ear So taking leave at Dover on the high-hill I rest your Annihilated Friend Monsieur Nihil Madam Aliqua's Retort SIr I do find that you have made a shift To send me nothing for my New-Years-gift Which you may find I can make something of And that you may perhaps at something scoff Which I shall say hark my nothing Shaver Do you not know that something has a savor Something for this Friend and something for that I have but you perhaps will ask me what That something is that I so freely spare Unto my other Friends and you not share Therein for you shall nothing have to your part You l ask what nothings that Faith 't is a Fart You may perchance smell something in 't if you do Tak 't for your pains nay you may Nose it to And if you find that nothing then doth please you Yet you may smell that something dos disease you Something you know's for food something for smell Which you by late Experience know full well If something I 've said touch you to the quick You 'l make nothing on 't although it made you Sick If nothing out of something can't be pick't Then nothing deserves by something to be kick't But how can nothing then be kickt you 'l say Yes something has been kik't to nothing quite away Have I not said something to th' purpose now Yet I fear this something nothing pleases you I something have to say but this once more You nothing do deserve cause to the poor You nothing give and as thou'lt nothing spend I wish thy something may be nothing in the end And as your costly Callends is the first day O' th' Month I hope before the last you may Tast something o' th' Rope then the Sessions ends For at Tiburn a multitude of Friends Take leave of one another so will I Come there to see my Benefactor fly To make a clapper for a wooden Bell And there I do intend to bid farewell To Monsieur Nihil and this on something say I hope you 've nothing lost by Madam Aliqua The Soldiers Song THough the Morning was wet We are merrily met In a house more dry then our skin Boys Wee l drink down the day Ne're question our pay Let them heartily laugh out that win Boys Chorus Then drink a full brimmer to him that intends For the good of the Souldier to labour his ends 2. Let him flatter and lie What is it to thee and I And Ape Noll in every condition If we thrive upon 't Let all the World want And the City
end He cry'd her mercy said he could not look It was so dark and thought he had mistook No said the Bride most sweetly then y' are right As if our Taper here were burning bright They bust and kist and bust agen and kist And she though Palsy head it seldom mist They both now fill'd with Ale brains in 't did steep So Arms in Arms our Lovers fell asleep So for the will though nothing else indeed To Love the Beggars built a Piramide The Epilogue to the Beggars Wedding TOth ' Beggars Trade I 've serv'd 2 Prentiships For which I know I 've tasted several whips Give your advice d' ye think I now am made Free o' th' Beggars Company and the Trade My mind in secret to your ear I speak Is such as I am sure I shall not break Unless in passion when no meat I get When Belly-timber wants 't will make one fret For otherwise when abroad I lead my Scorta We each may say Omnia mea mecum porta And being Philosophers there 's none will scant Their pittance to us that we ne'r shall want Then let Boreas burst his cheeks anth ' Sea roar The Beggars bark can ne'r be tumbled o'r What fitter subject for my Muse can be Than make Descriptions of our company But being in hast and for some causes vext I 'll cease and happily may say more i' th' next For the Beggars theam too well my fortunes fit My Fancy's beggarly too faith and so 's my wit TWo Lords 4 Knights 3 Squires and I the least My kind Friend Willy bids unto his feast Where was both fish and flesh and all such cates Which men are wont to have that feast great states To pay for which next day he sold his Nag Of whose swift pace he used much to brag Well I 'll ne'r care for red and fallow Deer If that a Horse so Cook'd make so good cheer A Song 1. T Is true fair Phillis heretofore I your Beauty did adore And gave my Captive heart a prize To the conquest of your eyes 2. But since that you so cruel prove To reject my chastest love And do wound me by disdain Give me back my heart again 3. Although I 'm sure I cannot be Contented with my liberty I am resolved to submit To good old Sack to cherrish it On his fair but faithless Mistress GO perjur'd Wretch women I 'll court no more Since Delia false doth prove who always swore In true affection she would constant prove Yet now forgets mine for anothers love Now every feature which appear'd to me So beautiful is meer deformity Her face which heretofore Angels outride Is Leprous with her falshood and her pride Then since no constancy in Women can Be found I 'll make my-Amours to a man A Song 1. I Dye and yet I dare not speak To her who doth my passion move This thought alone my heart doth break To know I dare not own my Love When e'r I see her charming eyes I straight become her Sacrifice She 's fair which makes me doubt she 'l prove So cruel to reject my love 2. Upon this Altar of my heart Love's pure and chastest flames do burn When Love and Death shall act their part If she but look within my Urn. Engraven on my heart she 'l see The Idea of her my Deitie My Epitaph shall be my fate My Love made me unfortunate The Jealous Girl mistaken in a Dialogue between Menalcas and Licoris 1. HEre here my fair Licoris Sit thee down thy weary'd Limbs to rest Where drooping Violets so like thy self Have made for thee a Nest Grass for our Sheep here store is And a shade the Sun can ne'r infest As dark and gloomy as the greif Wherewith thou seem'st so sore opprest Now let me know The cause of thy dear Woe Whose precious Food Is of thy Tears and Blood And for whose nourishment Thy self thou near hast spent 2. Menalcas dost thou ask it Need the root inquire what Fruit it bears Thou wer 't the Spring of all my Joys And Fountain Art of all my Tears Therefore do no more Mask it Pitty Friend worse then true scorn appears I shortly shall be gone and with me yours And your Faith Phillis fears 'T is she False man Makes me so pale and wan So sorrow slain With that she wept amain And hung her gentle head Like to a Lilly dead 3. With that the Shepheard moved Both his eyes and hands to Heaven he heav'd His spotless faith he vow'd and she Alas unhappily deceav'd That he ne'r Phillis Loved More then ripe ears do love the stormy wind But in Licoris all his hopers Eternally should be confin'd Quoth she fie fie Add no more perjury I saw the Band Of our true Loves on her hand The Ring I thee first gave Sav'd thy life and dig'd my grave 4. With that the Shepheard smiled In his heart glad that he could untie With so much ease the knot of poor Licoris headless Jealousie My Life thou art beguiled Quoth the Swain with that the Ring pull'd out Yet seeming reason some there was For this thy but too loving doubt For Corydon By thy Ring made her one Like as the Lambs Mistaken by their Dams But this is thine and I More for it till I die 5. Long sate the Girl ashamed 'Till at last about his Neck she stole Her Arm then Venus belt a better Cord to hold a wavering Soul Her Jealousie she blamed In his brest she hid her bashful head And whisper'd to his heart that if He lov'd her not she was but dead That no man ere To her was half so dear His Pardon pray'd Yet being sore afraid To loose so sweet a friend Had almost wrought her end 6. Menalcas then embrac'd her Protesting that he lov'd her well before But now he vow'd that nought but Death should ever part 'em more Now he in 's heart had plac'd her Cause she for love of him was brought so low There 's nought but too much love I find Has wrought Licoris overthrow For Jealousie There 's no man can deny Though grown a weed But to come of noble seed And no where to be found But in Loves richest ground On his Beautiful Mistriss To my M. B. quintescence of Beauty I John Thump does present my duty MY dearest Maudlin dain me at this time Thy incomparable parts to blaze in modest rime That all hereafter which shall hear thy Story Will say that 't is to thy Immortal glory O thou that able art to take to task all Pox what will rime to that I am a Rascal If I know 't is no matter but for thy credit I 've pen'd a Poem Prethee tak 't and read it Thou need'st not be asham'd of 't for it raises Trophies as high as Maypoles to thy praises And first in order it thy head doth handle That 's more obicular than a Quadrangle O' th' top of which doth grow a tuft of tresses Winter her self array'd
in her hoary dresses Nay a frost looks not more lovely thy brows truly Have larger furrows then a field plow'd newly Thine eyes hey eyes I 'am now so full of clinches Are not sunk into thy head 'bove 16. Inches From whence distilling gently there doth stream Two Rivers of whey mixt with curded Cream Thy ears are like two pouches which do hang by th' side Of a Brawny Ale-wife when they are not tide Strait as a Ramshorn is thy Nose more Marrow Lies in thy Nostrils then will fill a Barrow And at thy lip to make it Ornamental Hangs down a Jewel of Snot most Oriental The bright gold and thy hair is of one colour But it compar'd with thee that 's the duller Thy lips are white as Tallow never man did Buss sweeter things sure they 'r Sugar-candid And that i' th' Winter she may be free from harm They 'r thatcht with hair sweet Soul to keep her are Her Teeth more comly then two durty rakes Her Breath is stronger then a dozen Jakes are A fig for all Perfumes a fart for Roses Smelt men but thee they 'd wish themselves all Noses Thy Voice is Musical and sweet and fine is As any Heg or Hag that ninety nine is And when thou talk'st as if thou wert the wonder Of Women kind thou art as still as Thunder And then for thickness 'bout thy lovely waste Thou' rt larger then a Cow is when thou' rt lac'd Thy Butt and the fashion are so all one That I 'd a swore thou hadst a Fardingal on Thy Thighs are like two Posts that bear a Windmill up Whose Sails are turn'd by th'wind that comes from the top Thy Legs are Badger-like and go as even As do Iambick Verse or splay-legg'd Steven And where she was born that you may not be mista'en You 'll find by her Legs her Birth was Crooked Lane And now I am come to thy Foot where I do Prostrate my self with rev'rence to thy Shoe Which for Antiquity never a jot behind is Tom Coriats that travell'd both the Indies Thy Feet indeed and I commend thee for 't Are lovely thick and excellently short She needs must dance well I do long to see 't She keeps her Toes out so and her Heels do meet For thy sweet sake I will go down to Pluto And in thy quarrel beat him black and blew too And lest Sir Cerberus should be too lusty I have a Loaf will hold him play 't is crusty I 'll have the Dev'l back with me in a Snaffle For in that kind I scorn to have a baffle And so I take my leave my dearest Pumkin And when I meet thee next I 'll kiss thy hand A Catch By Wine Ale and Beer 1. Wine I Jovial Wine exhilerate the heart Beer March-Beer is Drink for a King Ale But Ale bonny Ale with Spice and a Toast In the Morning 's a dainty thing Chorus Then let us be merry wash sorrow away Wine Beer and Ale shall be drunk to day 2. Wine I Generous Wine am for the Court. Beer The City calls for Beer Ale But Ale bonny Ale like a Lord of the Soil In the Countrey shall domineer Chorus Then let us be merry wash sorrow away Wine Beer and Ale shall be drunk to day The Wretched Lover A Song 1. SEE how I wretched Lover prostrate lie bound in your Chains and yet at liberty Striving the Tyes which hold me to unfold They being tangled me the straighter hold 2. The Beams shot from your Eyes do me inflame From thence I burn O that you felt the same And whilst I struggle to evade the fire It still is blown up by my vain desire 3. I 'm like a Ship which in a Storm is tost Fearing on Rocks each moment to be lost It strives unto the Haven to attain But is by adverse VVinds blown back again 4. Thus in Love's Labrinth do I run about And find no way by which I may get out Lend me the Clue but if you that deny Then come your self and stay eternally A Catch to Cupid IN vain O mighty God of Love Thou shoot'st thy Arrows from above And with thy too imperious Dart Dost hit my Phillis frozen Heart For as a strong and well-built Wall Doth back return the Tennis-Ball So doth her Adamantine-Heart Reverberate thy Fiery Dart. On a Rhodomontade FOrtune the Mother of Inconstancie Doth pride her self that she may constant be To me whose Breath can whirl her Wheel about And with a look can put the Gods in doubt I with a word the Sun in 's full carreer Can stop and th' Heavens on my Shoulders bear I from fierce Thundring Jove can's Scepter take And with a frown can make Black Pluto quake I hopping Vulcan from his Fiery Cave Can drag and make him to become my Slave I with one single word in t ' Attoms can Dispatiate and turn the Stoutest Man Into a Chaos I the Universe Can change and the Decrees of Fate reverse To a Handsome Lady being accounted Light Exhorting her to change her Life MAdam Whoe'er looks on your radiant Eyes Struck with the Beams he falls and prostrate lies And being deeply wounded with the Dart Straight for a Victim offers up his Heart But rising he his Errour soon doth see Because your Form and Virtues disagree Your Beauty makes him ready to adore Your Vices to detest that which before He honour'd so So that you do create At once a Subject for his Love and Hate Was but your Beautie deckt with Chastitie Then I should think you were some Deitie But 't is in vain to speak I clearly see That two such Gifts can in no Woman be Then now your self more than a Woman prove By being fair to fly all dissolute Love On a Fisher that lost his Prey his Angle breaking IN vain the Fisher strikes and tries his Skill Upon the foolish Fish that he may kill But rather Arms with Craft the silly Fish To flie his Bait and so avoid his Dish VVhen being unexpert he doth compose His Angle slightly and his Prey doth lose A Song against a Single Mistress 1. FAin would I love my Delia two days more She kisses sweetly and so nimbly stir'd And he that loves his Mistress or a VVhore Above two days let him be hang'd the third Two days again is Physick so long she That 's after poyson may prove health to me 2. What did I say Two days I did repent As of my doating and intemperate stay In shorter time my doating may be spent For Venus self it seems try'd but a day But she who this day may be true to me To morrow I may find in Bed with thee 3. T is not the Number nor Plurality That swells the sin or greater makes the shame One as an hundred is Adultery Though change the Person yet the sin 's the same To kiss a hundred Whores is no more Crimes Than 't is to kiss one Whore a hundred times 4. Born under some ill Planet
or accurst Sure is that Man that loves one single VVhore And with one drink does always quench his thirst And loves one single Mistress and no more There 's no more Curse nor other torments here Nor greater Plague than love one Whore too dear On a Maid that dy'd for Love her Parents not giving Consent HE that would write an Epitaph for thee Must be a Lover yet from Love be free If not a Lover how can he express In lively Lines the sum of thy distress And if in Love then every word and verse Doth unto him his Destinie rehearse Then every stroke his nimble Pen doth give Doth wound his heart teach him how to live A Quill pluck'd from fierce Cupids Wing must be His Pen his Ink must come from Aganipe How can his Eyes be dry when he doth tell That from thine Eyes great Showers have often fell A Song In a Dialogue between Palemon and Corrinna 1. Pal. COrrinna Prethee tell me why That all do love but thee and I Sure at our Birth 't is very plain Some inauspicious Star did reign 2. Cor. No no Palemon thou' rt the Cause 'T is thou hast broken Cupid's Laws His Laws did ne'er force Women so To love Men whe'r they wou'd or no. 3. Pal. Is that a force to cringe and pray And Treat you Nobly every day Had you at first not thought it meet Why did y' accept a second Treat 4. Cor. Fie fie Palemon now y' are more Mistaken than you were before For 't is not twenty Treats that can Oblige us Women t' love a Man 5. Pal. What is it then will make you love I 'll fetch 't from Hell or Heaven above Assist me now in this distress I 'll own you for my Patroness 6. Cor. If Women love it must be these Particulars which follow please First He must be of proper size Which often does attract our Eyes 7. Then must he have a handsome face Good Meen good Wit and comely Grace Dance well and have an excellent Voice These these confirm us in our choice 8. Besides all these he likewise must Have that on which we both may trust A great Estate with City and Country-house both at Command 9. But faith of these you have but one That 's good Estate 'twont do alone This my Advice doth far excel Those Treats of yours and so farewel A Just True and Honourable Description of MARRIAGE OUt of stark love and kindness and arrant devotion Of Marriage I 'll give this galloping Notion 'T is the bane of all Bus'ness the end of all Pleasure The consumption of Youth VVit Vertue and Treasure 'T is the Rack of our Thoughts the Night-Mare of Sleep That calls us to work before the day peep That bids us make Brick without Stubble or Straw A Wife has no sence of Conscience or Law If you must be for flesh take the way that is noble In a generous Wench there 's nothing of trouble You kiss and you clip stay do what you please And the worst you can fear is but a Disease And Diseases you know may hope to be cur'd But the Torment of Marriage can ne'er be endur'd On a Young Lady in Love with a Married Man ARise fond Beautie cast those thoughts away To love in vain 't is ne'er the near they say Your Gallant who already marri'd is Can make of You no other but a Miss Certainly Madam Cupid's very blind If not to You I 'm sure he proves unkind Which forceth You to be in love with one Who lets You sigh and languish all alone Madam it troubles me both Night and Day That You should love so strangely out o' th way I do advise You Lady cease Your Suit And don't desire 't You haply else may rue't I 've travel'd many Kingdoms o'er and o'er Yet never heard of such a thing before The Face which heretofore did shine so bright And did abound with ravishing delight Is of a sudden both grown pale and wan And all forsooth is for a Marri'd Man O Love O Love If e'er thou 'lt ease a Heart Free this poor Lady let him feel the smart If not make her to scorn his cruel Soul As much as he o'er her does now controul And so for ever thou wilt counted be A God of Justice and of Equitie On his Beautiful Mistress 1. NOw guide my hand you Gods that are above To blaze the Beautie of my harmless Dove With whom I am o'er head and ears in love 2. She is so beauteous excellent and rare There 's none with her dares ever to compare She 's Beautie 's Queen and all her Subjects are 3. As for her Hair it is a lightish brown Which when unti'd does to her Heels hang down Her Brests as soft as any Thistle-down 4. Her Eyes as sparkling are as any fire Which darts into my Brest a fresh desire To kiss her hand and so a little higher 5. No Lilly can with her white hand compare Her other features all so curious are That looking on her I die with despair 6. Her Waste it is so pretty and so small She is my Sweet my Honey Dove my all And for her height She 's moderately tall 7. And for her Humour Gesture and her Wit All in one Body so profoundly knit Her Equal no where has been found as yet 8. Her excellent Voice when she is pleas'd to sing Sounds better far than th' Nightingal i' th' Spring And with an Eccho makes the Woods to ring 9. She 's Vertue't self as all that know her know it Then you will ask me what need I turn Poet And strive with simple Poetry to show it 10. If my bad Verses any one offend Another Cup of VVine will make me mend All I have said but here I 'll make an end A Song 1. IF thou wilt love me I 'll love thee again If my Griefs move thee I 'll love thy pain If thou disdain me I 'll die for wo And if thou flie me I 'll flie thee too For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire That whatsoe'er thou wilt is my desire 2. If to be merrie be pleasing to thee I 'll leave off sadness and merrie be If Melancholie possess thy heart Then of that sadness I 'll bear a part For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire That whatsoe'er thou wilt is my desire 3. If thou lov'st Musick I 'll love it too If Courtship please thee I 'll learn to woo If Dancing like thee I 'll learn the same And unto that my mind I 'll frame For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire That whatsoe'er thou wilt is my desire 4. If thou would'st have me near thee still I always shall obey thy will Or if my presence sometimes be Offensive I will fly from thee For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire That whatsoe'er thou wilt is my desire 5. If thou 'st a mind a Miss to be Then I will be most
With hawf of a gude awd Sickle And thus Riches run on with me 11. A Hook with a Lash in the end In money three Scotch Marks On the wedding-day we 'll spend Or else we 'll pawn our Sarks 12. We 'll send for Sir John the Vicar And Meg and Maudlin sune And we 'll have Crook Dick the Piper He 'll play us a merry tune 13. And now to the Kirk they are gean And Jinny has hausted Jock For the De'il a Sark had Jocky Nor Jinny had never a Smock 14. And our Sir John the Vicar Unto the matter did say Here Jinny tack thee Jocky And gea together gea 15. And the De'il gea with ye beath And send ye mickle shame For I ne'er coupled sike together Since I to th' Kirk first came A Song The Tune Madams farewel 1. MY Youth it was free From horrour And terrour I ne'er did agree With the Black nor the Fair So stubborn I grew I laught at And scoff'd at Those men that I knew Were brought in Loves Snare Nay more than this I laugh'd at the pains Men took to be wretched and loaded with chains But when I the Charms of my Phillis did see I resign'd up my heart and refus'd to be free 2. My heart then began To be fired And mired With Love Never Man Was in Fetters so fast Yet forgot that she was A Woman For no Man Could yet know the Cause Why their love does not last I never consider'd the Tricks nor the Art She us'd to intangle and captive each Heart At length I discover'd and presently knew That my Phillis was fickle and could not be true 3. I curst my hard fate That taught me And brought me Into this sad state Thus to kindle my flame When I did begin To pause on 't The cause on 't I knew it was mine Not my Phillis to blame I bore such respect to her that I thought Whatever she did 't was I was in fault At length I resolv'd that I never would be So mad as to love but would ever be free The Politick Wedding The Tune Shackle de Hay 1. JAn and Nan were both in love And often met together And Wat and Kate did Rivals prove To watch their coming thither For Watty he did fancy Nan And Katy she was fond of Jan But 't was unknown to either 2. At last it came to Watty's Ear That Kate did fancy Janny And Katy she did likewise hear That Wat's in love with Nanny And both together did agree To spoil their former Amitie But 'T was unknown to any 3. So Watty did to Janny go And vow'd he 'd be his Friend still By which intrigue he still did know Whate'er they did intend still What news soever he did know To Katy he would quickly go Or unto her would send still 4. Poor Jan and Nan were sadly griev'd To see they were betray'd still They knew not how they were deceiv'd Wat so his Plots had laid still They knew it must be Wat alone That did betray and still make known What e'er they did or said still 5. So both together laid a Plot To frame a Quarrel neatly Whereby they might discover Wat And so come off compleatly For when that he unto them came A Quarrel they so well did frame That it succeeded featly 6. Then Wat away to Kate did go And quickly told her of it This news says she which now I know I ever more did covet And now the plot so well is laid And thee thy part so well hast plaid Le ts study to improve it 7. Then Katy went to Jan and said That Nan's in love with Watty And Wat told Nan she was betraid For Jan did fancy Katy By which they did discover that They were betraid by Kate and Wat In all their private Treaty 8. Then privately they thank'd 'em both For what they did discover And both seem'd passionately wroth Calling each a perjur'd Lover Then Wat told Kate what he had done And Kate the thread that she had spun And for that time gave over 9. O' th' morrow Jan for Kate did send And rail'd against poor Nanny And Nanny did on Watty spend A groat and rail'd on Janny And so 't continu'd day by day That Wat and Kate would smile say Poor Souls we shall trapan ye 10. When Jan Nan had brought about Their ends they soon did marry For Wat and Kate did never doubt Their plot could e'er miscarry And being a bed on th'wedding-night Put Wat and Kate in such a fright They scarce could make 'em tarry 11. When Wat and Kate had paus'd a while And saw th' were circumvented Both Jan and Nan put on a smile And both their loves presented And told them they knew how it was For love not hatred was the cause And pray'd 'em rest contented 12. Wat then did go and kiss the Bride And took her by the hand too And Katy went a tother side And kiss'd her Lover Jan too O' th' morrow Wat and Kate did wed And Jan and Nan saw them in bed And each kiss'd Maid and Man too 13. Next day for Musick all did send And all their Friends invited And that their Loves might have no end Their Faiths they all there plighted Then Jan and Nan and Wat and Kate Did dance and feast and kiss and prate Until they were benighted 14. Thus have you seen this double knot How both have had their speeding How both did plot and counter-plot And both on hopes were feeding And therefore now I do intend At present for to make an end Of this my Politick Wedding The Drunkards Invitation A Song 1. COme take up your Cups and spare not And think no more hurt than I do Call for Quart after Quart To drive Sorrow from thy Heart And then tumble in the dirt as I do 2. Come take up your Liquor and stay not Still calling for more as I do And up with your Drink Till y 'ave spent all your Chink And then run on the Score as I do 3. Come take up your Drink and flinch not And every day feast as I do Drink again and again Till y 'ave fill'd ev'ry Vein And then spew like a Beast as I do 4. Come trole it about with swiftness Be every day drunk as I And get many knocks Nay be put in the Stocks For kissing your Punk as I do 5. Pick Quarrels and fight in thy fury And meet with your match as I do And be laid by the Heels Though against your wills For abusing the Watch as I do 6. Come wind up your bottoms and care not Till y 'ave belcht and stunk as I do Call for Pint after Pint Till the Brain 's out of joint Then cast up what y 'ave drunk as I do 7. I 'll adopt you my Heirs at present And install you the Sons of King Priam So that you will be So frolick and free To be every man drunk as I am A Scotch Song 1. ANd I
little little Ant Shall bib the Ocean dry A Snail shall creep about the World E'er our Affections die 2. Yet she 's for me and onely she That 's neither forward nor too free That Wench I vow shall be my Joy That 's neither forward nor too coy A Catch There is but onely one And I am only he That loves but one alone And thou art only she Thou art that one In whom alone My heart doth only care Then do but joyn Thy heart with mine And we will make a pair Her Answer THe Girl did then reply I am the only she That loves one faithfully And faith my Jack 't is thee Thou art my Joy And only Boy I never think on other And mean to joyn My heart with thine And so be made a Mother A Song 1. IMploy thy time some other way Than still to court this Female Clay Let her be what a Woman can Yet she 's not worth the worst of Man 2. It is not I that tell you so Reason has done that long ago Hadst thou to reason but inclin'd Thou long ere this hadst chang'd thy mind 3. She is a Woman that 's enough To quench the furious flames of Love For they are only but for sight Gloworm-like they 'r best by night 4. I know she 's young and fair 't is true And well enough for outward view But if uncloath'd thou didst her see She is not what she seems to be 5. I therefore do advise thee yet Before thou into thraldom get A labrynth then thou 't find 't wil prove And feel the doleful pangs of Love 6. But if loving thou needs must be Pray let it be no more a she But love thy Self and love thy Friend And love good Sack and there 's an end The Martial Lad. A Mock to O Love if e'er thou 'lt ease a heart and to that Tune 1. O Mars if e'er thou 'lt ease a Blade That owns thy Martial Power That bleeds with thy too cruel Trade And now by wounds is quite decay'd Thy Blessings on me shower Under the Surgeons hand I lie A thousand times I wish to die But when I see cold Death so nigh I grieve to leave those thoughts of War Which unto Souldiers welcome are 2. But thus as I sat all alone I' th' cold and lousie Room Some Tatling Eccho heard my moan And did repeat each sigh and groan Came by a simple Groom O how I strove my face to hide Lest by the Groom it should be spide And did the Babling Eccho chide Because her iterating noise Had brought the man to know my Voice 3. But O Great Mars I wish to have But one poor Thundring Peal Of Guns and Muskets which I crave Before my Body 's laid in Grave My Honour to reveal Thus are poor Souldiers oft abus'd When they by Wounds and Scars are bruis'd Yet are by Mortals worse abus'd When they by War have got a Name In times of Peace must lose the same Vpon his Dead Mistress AS Unthrifts grieve in Straw for their pawn'd Beds As Women weep for their lost Maiden-heads When both are without hope or Remedy Such an untimely grief have I for thee I never saw thy Face nor did my heart Urge forth my Eyes to that whilst that thou wer 't But being lifted hence that which to thee Was Deaths sad Dart was Cupid's Ghost to me Whoever thinks me foolish that the force Of a Report should make me love a Coarse Know he That when with this I do compare The love I to a living Woman bear I find my self most happy Now I know Where I shall find my Mistress I can go Unto her timeless Bed and lift away Her Grass-green Mantle and her Sheet display And touch her naked and though envious Mould In which she lies unsuccour'd moist and cold Strive to corrupt her she will not abide With any Art her Blemishes to hide As many Living do And though they need Yet cannot they in Sweetness her exceed But make a stink with all their Art and Skill Which the Physicians warrant by their Bill Nor at her Door does heaps of Coaches stay Footmen or Midwives to bar up my way Nor is her heart so hard to make me pay For every Kiss a Supper and a Play Nor need she any Page or Maid to keep To knock me early from my golden sleep With Letters That her Honour all is gone If I don't Right her upon such a one Nor with Black Oaths stain her pure Lips will she She 'll not contract the guilt of Perjury No words profane or wanton will she use Pure Vertue 's strictest Rules she 'll not accuse As too severe nor whilst the World doth last A Blemish on her Spotless Honour cast Pardon me that with thy bless'd Memory I mingle my own former Misery Yet dare I not accuse the Fate that brought These Crosses on me for then ev'ry thought That tended to my Love was black and foul Now all is pure as a new-baptiz'd Soul For I protest for all that I can see I would not lie in Bed one night with thee Nor am I jealous but could well abide My Foe to lie in quiet by thy side You Worms my Rivals whilst she was alive How many thousands were there that did strive To have your freedom for their sakes forbear Unseemly holes in her soft Skin to wear But if you must as what Worm can abstain To taste her Tender Body yet refrain With your disorder'd Eatings to deface her And feed your selves so as you most may grace her First through her Ear-Tips see you make a pair Of Holes which as the moist inclosed Air Turns into Water may the clear Drops take And in her Ears a pair of Jewels make Have you not yet enough of that White Skin The touch of which in times past would have bin Enough to ransome many a thousand Soul Captiv'd to Love if not then upward rowl Your little Bodies where I would you have This Epitaph upon her Forehead grave Living She was Young Fair and full of Wit Dead All her Faults are in her Forehead writ On Two Gentlemen of Wales I Heard among some other pleasant Tales How once there were two Gentlemen of Wales These Two thus goes the Tale upon a day Hap'ned to travel upon London-way And for 't was cumbersome to wear a Boot For their more ease they needs would go a foot And left they should their best Apparel lack Each of them wears his Wardrobe at his Back These Squires were Nighted e'er they came to Town And sought their Lodging when the Sun was down And for the Inkeeper his Gates had lock'd In haste like men of some account they knock'd The drowsie Chamberlain ask'd who was there Who said that Gentlemen of Wales they were How many quoth the man is there of you Quoth he Here 's John Ap Rice Ap Jones Ap Hugh Ap Nicholas Ap Steven Ap Rice Ap Davy Then Gentlemen quoth he adieu
kneel down and Petition Chorus Then drink a full brimmer to him that intends For the good of the Souldier to labour his ends Another Song 1. WE came from Scotland with a small force With a hey down down a down a But with hearts far truer then steel We got by my Fay The glory o' th' Day Yet no man a hurt did feel 2. When Lambert first our Army did face With a hey down down a down a He look't as fierce as the Devil We fear'd a Rout But he fac'd about The Gentleman was so civil 3. General Monk with the Countries Love With a hey down down a down a. All persons to him did address Small mony we spent For we found as we went Good Friends and here find no less A New Song THe day you wish'd Arriv'd at last You wish as much that it were past One Minute more and Night will hide The Bridegroom and the blushing Bride The Virgin now to Bed does go Take heed O Youth she rise not so She pants and trembles at her Doom And fears and wishes thou wouldst come The Bridegroom comes he comes apace With Love and Fury in his Face She shrinks away he close pursues Prayes and threats at once does use She softly sighing begs delay And with her hand puts him away Then out aloud for help she cries And then dispairing shuts her eyes Another New Song 1. WHy O Cupid so dost thou shun Thy disdains alas have undone me When you left me to choose at my pleasure I rob'd my poor heart of its treasure And now all in vain I pine and moan For the only man I love alas is gone 2. Since you wounded my heart now in vain Let my Sighs recall him again I 'le lament my unfortunate hour I 'le blame and at once bless thy power If by sighs and tears I may but once restore Him into my Armes or else let me love no more To the Minnuet Tune SInce my free hopes are tost on dispair And faithless Armeda is deaf to my Prayer This to her frailty of power I 'le shove That which gives me dispair can ne're force me to love Beauty in flames where affection is poor There the blind Sott though he 's kickt out a door Will still her good Nature and Beauty Implore Fondness of love is obliging in no man Wheadles and Amorous dying is common 'T is the true heart remov'd by a scorn Can place a love that ne're shall be worn Another Song OH stay my dear Phillis before you resign That heart to an other which ought to be mine My faith and obedience my Title doth prove If you will allow Justice and Reason in Love But if your old Kindness for me you 'l abate Being tempted to yield for a better Estate I find me mistaken for vainly I thought That Vertue and Love were not to be bought Accurst be the Inventer of Joynters and Dowers The want whereof makes me sit many sad hours Since Women I find hath not power to say no To a Fool that is fine and hath Writings to show Though their Bodies and Minds alike are unsound Yet their wealth for their faults and their follies compound What Vertues are those then that e're can prevail Since Marriage and Love are but Bargain and Sale O fie on Desemblars whose business I find Is only to vex and torment a mans mind Had Nature been kind and given me a heart To flatter like you I had mist all the smart But instead of Blind Cupid kind death I request To cure me of all Cares and to bring me to rest When if it 's my Fortune amongst Angles to be I 'le teach them to rail against them like me FINIS