address In the first place you must either think that I had but small kindness for my former Husband or etherwise you must imagine that I am a fond old doting Fool apt to be carri'd away with every wind of Doctrine that is preach'd to me by every simple Ideot that has onely a prospect into my Estate or Fortune but has no regard to my person Come young Gentleman these things won't take Gent. Madam I hope I have given you no offence if I have I most humbly beg your pardon Widd. I am no Pope Sir Gent. But Madam you must give me leave to tell you then that if Love can be called an offence I must confess that I have offended for now and evermore I must tell you that I love you and none but you in the whole world therefore dear Madam look not scornfully upon me but grant me my humble request which is to give me love for love Widd. Why sure young man you are not in earnest Gent. Yes Madam indeed I am and so you shall find me Widd. Why what would you have me to do would you have me match my self to a young Boy Gent. Madam you 'll find a lusty Boy of me methinks I begin to write my self man being now about twenty I 'll warrant you Madam a good Bedfellow Widd. How shall I know that Gent. Try Widdow try there 's nothing like it faith ne'r fear it I have that you want come let 's grow familiar now Widd. Are you in earnest Sir Gent. Yes by this kiss I am Widd. Nay hold you are rude fie for shame what again Gent. Again yes and again and again too Widd. Why sure you won't young man you 'll be tired anon Gent. No no Widdow I shall never be weary of well-doing Widd. Do you call this doing well Gent. Truly I must confess there is not much action in this for it is only an invitation to a farther bliss or happiness which the Wits of our Age call enjoyment Ah VViddow Enjoyment Enjoyment that 's all Widd. Prethee what do'st thou mean by Enjoyment I don't understand ye Gent. VVell well VViddow I shall speak in plain English when you and I are in bed together however I am fully perswaded that you know my meaning by Enjoyment though you have had but little for I am sensible that your Husband was a silly feeble Sot and scarce ever shew'd you what Enjoyment was but I VViddow I 'll clear the case and shew you what it is immediately if you please Widd. VVhy you will not surely will you methinks you are a little too hasty for me and yet Gent. And yet I know that cannot well be for having once but smelt of the Spit you will love a good not flatter you but proceed according to the old Song which is this Song He that will win a Widdows heart Must bear up briskly to her She loves the lad that 's free and smart And hates the formal woer She loves the lad that 's free and smart And bates c. VVhat think you of this VViddow Widd. VVell well young man you may go on and see what you 'll get by 't Gent. Go on yes so I intend and get you by◠Widd. What do you mean by getting me Gent. Why I mean by the way of Love to make you my Wife VViddow what do you think of that Lady Widd. Why sure you don't think so are you and I an equal match Gent. Match ha ha ha yes VViddow I 'll match ye I 'll warrant ye come give 's your hand is' t a bargain or no Widd. VVhat you are in haste then Gent. Yes yes in great haste VViddow Widd. Very well but do you conceive that my age and yours agree Gent. Yes yes we and our ages too will agree well enough suppose I am twenty and you are forty what a business is that Let me tell you VViddow that if you joyn with me our Ages shall be both equal Widd. How can you make out that Sir Gent. VVhy thus VViddow by way of infusion for let me tell you that I shall infuse so much young blood into you that in one weeks time you will become twenty years younger Do you hear me now VViddow what think you of this Widd. Go go you are a VVagg Gent. Yes yes so I am and I 'll tumble thee about as long as thou art able to wag Widd. You won't hurt me will you Gent. No no you don't fear that VViddow Widd. Not much I must confess Gent. VVell then speak freely wilt thou be my spouse or no Widd. I could find in my heart Sir but it must be upon certain conditions Gent. VVell well name your conditions they are good ones I 'll warrant ye Widd. VVhy these they are In the first place whereas I am possess'd with an Estate valued at Three hundred pounds per annum you shall not have any thing to do with that Estate not so much as with the yearly Rent but it shall be all at my disposing Gent. Very 〈◊〉 have you any more conditions pray like the first Widd. Yes I have one more and this it is You shall not take into your possession any money of mine either Gold or Silver nor make any enquiry how rich I am but be satisfi'd and contented with what you have already Gent. So what 's this all Widd. Yes Sir upon these Terms I do agree and am contented to become your VVife Gent. Are you so Thank you for nothing Fare you well fare you well VViddow Widd. VVhy are you gone Sir Gent. Yes I am going forsooth Widd. Heark you Sir stay a little nay pray stay come I 'll moderate the business I know your Disease Gent. VVell be quick then Widd. VVill all my ready money satisfie you Gent. No no VViddow if you 'll be my VVife you must give up Life Body Soul Estate and all you have into my possession Widd. VVell come then if it must be so it must I cannot deny you any thing for I think long to be made young again Gent. A Match VViddow now the bargain 's ended come we 'll away to the Church and be marry'd immediately He that a VViddow woes must never flatter But with a sprightly carriage make up at her A brief Description Of TRUE LOVE TRue Love is a precious Treasure A rich Delight unvalued pleasure Mens hearts like a Maze intwining Two firm minds in one combining Foe to faithless Vows perfidious True Love is a Knot religious Dead to the Sins that flaming rise Through Beauties soul-seducing eyes Deaf to Gold-inchanting Witches Loves for Vertue not for Riches Such is True Loves boundless measure True Love is a precious Treasure This is Love and worth commending Still beginning never ending Like a wily Net ensnaring Like a Round shuts up all squaring In and out whose every angle More and more doth still intangle Keeps a measure still in moving And is never light but loving Twining Arms exchanging Kisses Each pertaking
have been ever from you but sickness c. Madam If Love be blind as some Men say he is I wonder how he come to hit my heart so right he has wounded me and 't was in darkness too and so that none but you alone can cure c. Sir I wonder why so many young Men talk of Cupid and his Feather'd Darts that wounds their breasts and yet they know not when In my opinion they are much mistaken for Love proceeds at first from each others eyes and after that want of enjoyment of a beauty once seen may cause a kind of troublesome passion to arise and this is my belief concerning Love Sir Let me desire you as you love your self to fly from this infected place where nothing but Murthers and Rapes are daily threatned I heard but the other day c. Sir You may imagine that I love you else I should not have carried my self in such a familiar manner as I did last night to you who were so much a stranger to me perhaps you may think me wanton but c. Sir Let me beg of you not to remember my past saults but forget an I forgive them all burying them in oblivion and for the future I will be more careful of offending c. Sir In anger I write to you not to trouble your self with my concerns but mind your own business I believe you will find enough to do at home it may be I may find you some employment shortly if you have none of your own in the mean time pray let me advise you to bridle your Tongue or else c. Sir Let me desire you not to regard the vulgar report of the common sort of people for they will say any thing Neither do they regard who it is they wrong exclaiming against any person behind his back whom just before they applauded before his Face and this is their common course c. Life of my Soul Let not my absence provoke thee so far as to be jealous of my inconstancy for thus much assure thy self that where ever I am my heart is with thee and nothing but death shall alter my resolutions which are to make thee my Wife c. Supplements with choice phrases and and sentences to be used in the middle of Letters upon all occasions WHat else may be added to our good success In proceedings of this Nature I leave to your wiser judgement to consider on After Madam I have said all I can say I must leave it to your goodness to muke a good and favourable construction upon my honest intentions I know Sir nothing can be more suitable to my present condition then your good advice which I will certainly be guided by knowing that what ever you admonish me to act or do must on necessity be for my present and future advantage You may remember Madam that at our last meeting you promised me that I should have a second happiness by meeting you next Monday morning where we met before Let not delays frustrate your design for you know they often prove dangerous therefore let me advise you to strike whilst the Iron â—s hot Consult with your Parents first Sir and get their good wills and you shall ever find me to be according to my promise Expect no flatteries from your publick enemy for your deserts deserve no favour but a just revenge shall certainly be your portion What I have said is cordial and you may believe it and count me your Friend in telling you the truth of this matter whose effects without your care will prove I doubt very dangerous Never doubt nor fear but first of all make Tryal experience is the best Mistress I doubt not but that she will be kind and that all things may succeed according to your desire Thousands you know have miscarried for want of making a quick pursuit in such concerns as yours are you know that a place of good preferment is soon catcht up Consult with reason first and be not over-rash in your attempts lest you precipitate your whole design Love me then as you have begun in spite of all their surious anger you know my constancy and dear affections will never alter but remain for ever firm I doubt not but you are disposed to Melancholy therefore let me advise you to leave that lonesome place and betake your self to the City where you will find diversity of subjects that will expose you to a harmless mirth and innocent Recreation Exclaim not Madam against your sole admirer one that adores your very name like a sacred deity one that hath Atlas strength to bear and undergo the greatest burthens that affliction or torment can lay upon him for your sweet sake I grant your sure Sir if your love be true but first you must give me leave to make trial of your constancy I must confess that many have been beguil'd by smooth tongues and flattering speeches but mine you have no reason to mistrust Consent not Daughter to their false delusions for now a days not one Gallant amongst ten is to be believed let your love be grounded on what I shall think reason then will you live a happy life hereafter My Father 's good will Sir you first must ask before I shall make my self any surer to you yet this I will tell you if what you demand be according to his good liking I can satisfie you that I sandy you above any other Man That Song you sung so ravisht all my senses last night that I shall not think my self happy till once again I hear it from your mouth Then blest be that hour that first I made the motion since according to my desire you have granted my request for I am obliged in duty Madam to make a more then verbal acknowledgement Your business Sir I have carefully minded which succeeds according to your wish the Man you told me was your chiefest witness I met in Town and have secured him till the Trial shall be and according to his evidence I question not but that you in your sute will prove victorious I had sooner been with you Sir had not my Horse tired by the way insomuch that I was forced to lie still two whole days because he was not able to perform the Journey Your Letters of advice Sir came too late for I had then dispatched the business before their arrival however if I can serve you in the like nature I shall gladly be commanded by you No more your aged Father's counsel disrespect least that I count it wilful disobedience what I advise you to is for your own advantage as yet you know the power is in my hands to make you happy or for ever miserable I hope you cannot justly task me Sir with disobedience for rather then I would prove undutiful to so good a Father I would make choice of my sharp pointed Sword to be my fatal Executioner I know your clemency and well disposed mind is apter to forgive
the Frolick go round Hark hark how the brids in sweet consort conspire The Lark and the Nightingale joyn And in every Grove there 's an amorous Choire While nothing but mirth is their harmless design Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round Methinks the god Paâ— whose Subjects we are Sits and smiles on his flowery Throne He accepts our kind offering every one Our May-pole's his Scepter our Garland his Crown Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round SONG III. THe delights of the Bottle and the charms of good Wine To the Powers and the Pleasures of Love must resign Though the Nights in the Joys of good drinking be past The debauches but till the next morning do last But Love's great debauch is more lasting and strong For that often lasts a Man all his Life long Love and Wine are the bonds which fasten us all The World but for these to confusion would fall Were it not for the Pleasure of Love and good Wine Mankind for each trifle their lives would resign They 'd not value dull Life but would live without thinking Nor would Kings rule the World but for Love and good Drinking SONG IV. TEll me no more you love Unless you will grant my desire E'ry thing will prove But Fuel unto my Fire 'T is not for kisses alone So long have I made my address There 's something else to be done Which you cannot chuse but guess 'T is not a charming smile That brings me my perfect joys Nor can I be beguil'd With sighs or craving eyes There is an essence within Kind Nature has clear'd the doubt Such bliss cannot prove a Sin Therefore I will find it out SONG V. Dorinda's lamentation for Amintas A Dieu to the pleasures and follies of Love For a passion more noble my fancy doth move My Shepherd is dead and I live to proclaim With sorrowful notes my Amintas his Name The Wood-Nymphs reply when they hear me complain Thou never shake see thy Amintas again For Death hath befriended him Fate hath defended him None none alive is so happy a Swain You Shepherds and Nymphs that have danc'd to his lays Come help me to sing forth Amintas's praise No Swain for the Garland durst with him dispute So sweet were his Notes whilst he sung to his Lute Then come to his Grave and your kindness pursue To weave him a Garland of Cypress and Yew For life hath forsaken him Death has o'retaken him No Swain again will be ever so true Then leave me alone to my wretched Estate I lost him too soon and I lov'd him too late You Ecchoes and Fountains my witnesses prove How deeply I sigh for the loss of my Love And now of our Pan whom we chiefly adore This favour I never will cease to implore That I may go above And there enjoy my Love And live more happy than ever before The Catholick Lover SONG VI. T Is not enough great gods 't is not enough That I one single beauty love No no Eternal powers if you Envy the peace my mind once knew If 't be my Fate to be a slave If I must love and such passions have Let not one Quiver or one Bow One glance one dart one Arrow do Let many eyes my freedom break Let many chains me Captive make 'T is Caesar-like From many wounds a death to take SONG VII LOng since fair Clarinda my passion did move Whilst under my friendship I cover'd my Love But now I must speak though I fear 't is in vain 'T is too late in my Death to dissemble my pain In telling my Love though I fear she 'l deny I shall ease my sad heart and more quietly dye Ah sure by my eyes you my passion might find No friendship e're languish'd or look'd half so kind Though I said not I lov'd you might see it too plain Friends use not to sigh nor to speak with such pain Each touch of your hand such a warmth did inspire My Face was all flam'd and my heart all a fire My thoughts are so tender my Tongue cannot tell What bliss wou'd be yours could you love half so well Let the thing with a Title our property move Let him have the shew and let me have the Love I have lov'd you so long that if now you delay You 'l owe me so much as you never can pay SONG VIII WHat fighs and groans now fill my breast And suffer me to take no rest For my Carmelia Oh she 's gone And left me here to sigh alone But is she dead Then I 'le go see If in her Grave there 's room for me Oh cruel Fate that so design'd To take her and leave me behind And thou Oh death whose quick Alarms Have snatcht her rudely from my Arms Canst thou not find a way for me To my Carmelia's brest to flee Dye then Anselmio why dost stay Since thy Carmelia leads the way Oh! die yet faster do not live That dearest Nymph for to survive Now dearest Soul I come I fly Always to live with thee I die SONG IX VVHy should Friends and Kindred gravely make thee Wrong thy self and cruelly forsake me Be still my dearest Mistress hang Relations Love 's above their dull considerations Let 'em live and heap up treasure Whilst that thee and I enjoy our pleasure He that seeks a Mistress in a portion Puts himself to use with damn'd extortion If he must be brib'd to copulation Pox upon his Love 't is out of fashion Where we like no matter what the estate is 'T is not Love except we shew it Gratis How to see the Miser have I wondred Weighing out his passion by the Hundred Ne're consulting Birth nor Education Vertue without Wealth 's but prophanation Be she old or ugly 't is no matter So she is but rich he 'l venture at her Joynture is a sordid Lay-invention Quite beside our Nature and Intention When we wou'd agree it makes resistance Finding tricks to keep us at a distance Then who poorly make a new Election Suffers wealth to trouble his affection SONG X. A Rant MAke a noise Pull it out And drink about Brave Boys T'other Cup Fill the Glass You sober Ass Turn up Why so sad Wee 'le have more Upon the score My Lad Let the Rabble Prate and babble Fontre Diable We will all be mad Sing a Catch Serenade In Masquerade The Watch Prittle prattle Tittle tattle Give 'em battle They shall find their match See they come Staves and Pikes Who ever strikes Strike home Come Boys draw Fairly meet 'Em in the street Saw Saw Bravely done Cut and slash The Weapons clash They run How they wallow Let us follow Hoop and hallow For the day is won All 's our own Every Crack Must on her back Lye down Let us muster In a cluster Huff and bluster For we rule the Town Play along Sing and
of leaving thee My heart as much doth torture me As 't would rejoyce if kind I still must love though hardly us'd And never offer but resus'd Can any suffer more Be coy be cruel do thy worst Though for thy sake I am accurst I must and will adore SONG LXXXII Loe behind a Scene of Seas Under a Canopy of Trees The fair new golden World was laid Sleeping like a harmless Maid Till alas she was betraid In such shades Urania lay Till Love discover'd out a way And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Her poor Heart had no defence But it 's Maiden innocence In each sweet retiring eye You might easily descry Troops of yielding beauties fly Leaving rare unguarded Treasure To the Conquerours Will and Pleasure And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Now and then a stragling frown Through the shades skipt up and down Shooting such a piercing dart As would make the Tyrant smart And preserve her Lips and heart But alas her Empire 's gone Throne and Temples all undone And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Charm alost the stormy Winds That may keep these Golden minds And let Spaniard's love be tore On some cruel Rocky Shore Where he 'l put to Sea no more Lest poor conquered beauty cry Oh I 'me wounded Oh I die And then there is no power above Can save me from this Tyrant Love SONG LXXXIII I Never shall henceforth approve The Deity of Love Since he could be So much unjust by wounding me To leave my Mistress free As if my shame could leave a Print Upon a heart of flint Can flesh and stone Be e're converted into one By my poor flame alone Were he a God he 'd neither be Partial to her nor me But by a Dart Directed into eithers Heart Make both confess his Art Thus being melted with his subtile fire Our loves might mingle into one desire SONG LXXXIV WHy lovely Celia shou'd I fear To tell you that I love Since I no other shape can wear But what you may approve What fault can you with my bright passion find That must be as immortal as your mind 'T is secret friendship that I bring Friendship the Soul of Love A rich though long a banish'd thing To those blest Souls above Only this just return from you I crave As you possess my heart I yours may have The Treacherous he that proffers bliss By glitt'ring joyntures made He only the Impostor is By which you are betraid How vainly will it by you then be sought To gain that freedom which your Tyrant brought The crafty Leopards so doth win On herds that fearless lye With that enamel of his skin Till the surpris'd must die Too late alas then strives the Captive prey From the insulting foe to get away A Mad man's Song LXXXV IN Caves sull of Skulls and rotten old bones There she sighs in the day time and in the night groans Amongst Hosts of the guilty for ever she 'l howl And in beds full of Serpents Eternally rowl But I and rene 'll be merry Amongst happy Lovers we 'll play Ah Charon make hast with your Ferry Row hard and I 'le double your pay A Dialogue between Sorrow and one Afflicted SONG LXXXVI Afflict O Sorrow sorrow say where dost thou dwell Sorrow In the lowest Room of Hell Afflict Art thou born of human race Sorrow No no I have a furious face Afflict Art thou of City Town or Court Sorrow I to ev'ry place resort Afflict Why O why Into the World was Sorrow sent Sorrow Men afflicted best repent Afflict What dost thou seed on Sorrow Broken Sleep Afflict What tak'st thou pleasure in Sorrow To weep To sob to pine to groan To wring my hands and sit alone Afflict When O when shall Sorrow quiet have Never Never Never Never till she find a Grave SONG LXXXVII VVHilst Alexis lay prest in her Arms he lov'd best With his hands round her neck and his head on her breast He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay And his Soul in the Tempest just flying away When Coelia saw this with a sigh and a kiss She cry'd Oh my dear I am robb'd of my bliss 'T is unkind to your Love and unfaithfully done To leave me behind you and die all alone The youth though in hast and breathing his last In pity dy'd slowly whilst she dy'd more fast Till at length she cry'd now my Dear now let us go Now die my Alexis and I will die too Thus entranc'd they did lie till Alexis did try To recover new breath that again he might die Then often they dy'd but the more they did so The Nymph dy'd more quick and the Shepherd more slow The double Health SONG LXXXVIII TUrn off the Glass 't is a crime to see 't full Drinking dead liquor has made us so dull Let slaves and Phanaticks be subject to care Deep thoughts and affairs our fierce enemies are On the Death of Mr. Pelham Humphry SONG LXXXIX DId you not hear the hideous groans The shrieks and heavy moans That spread themselves o're all the pensive Plain And rend the breast of many a tender Swain 'T was for Amintas dead and gone Sing you forsaken Shepherds sing his praise In careless melancholy Lays Lend him a little doleful breath For Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death 'T was thou that mad'st dead words to live Thou that dead numbers didst inspire With charming Voice and tuneful Lyre That Life to all but to thy self could'st give Why could'st thou not thy wondrous art bequeath Poor Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death Chorus Sing pious Shepherds sing while you may Before the approaches of the fatal day For you your selves that sing this mournful Song Alas e're it be long Shall like Amintas breathless be Though more forgotten in the Grave then be SONG XC SUre it is so then let it go Let the giddy-brain'd times run round Let the Cobler be crown'd And Monarchy thus we recover Let Fools go and Preach And the Apes go and teach And the Clown be the amorous Lover Let Fortune be blind and Love prove unkind And a Cobler as stout as Hector Let Diana turn Whore And Excise-men grow poor And a Brewer a second Protector Let the great Epicure no Junkets indure And an excellent Trades-man go hoop Sir Let a Whore-master hap To want a good Clap And a Taylor at last turn Trooper Let Merchants want gains And Lovers high strains And a Farmer his skill in Cowing Let the Lawyer come down To put off his Gown And put on his Jacket for Plowing Let an Hostler want dung And an Orator Tongue And the Poets a sence of framing Let a Lyar want skill To have Wit at will And a common shark know no gaming He that ne're read nor writ Shall be the only Wit And in these and the like disasters There will none think me rude If I boldly conclude
have lov'd you too much Except you had more honesty Now that which you call a delight Pray keep to your self and be hang'd If by force you do put me to fright I 'le swear you shall soundly be bang'd I never shall wish for that Which afterwards I shall repent I know what you fain would be at But without it you must be content I am not i' th mind for to take That thing you 'd so willingly give There 's another bargain to make For honestly I will live Nature says no such thing Nor will she so basely command That I such dishonour should bring On my self since I can you withstand But Love may do much I confess Where folly doth reason blind But I never to you did express That I was so foolishly kind Go go you are wantonly bent And I hate for to hear you swear Except I do find you repent Your company I shall forbear Your mark you have taken amiss Believe me when truth I do tell Be thankful for this one kiss And so pretty fool farewel Latin SONG CXIII NUnc bibito totum Nam est bene notum Quod pocula plena de vine Cor faciunt jucundum Si fuerit immundum Sic Romulus dixit Quirino Rex Vivat laetanter vos omnes clamate Qui non vult habebit in sinum Jam bibe tunc singulis vitrum date Cantabitur ad Mutatinum English SONG CXIV NOw drink it all off For 't is known well enough That brimmers of excellent Wine Will make the heart glad Be it never so sad So Romulus said to Quirine Now merrily all cry God bless the King He that drinks not shall have it in 's breast To every one see a full Glass you bring And we 'll sing till the Morn without rest A Catch SONG CXV COme come bonny boys Come away make haste come away We 'le prove that our joys Can admit of no tedious delay To the Tavern let 's go and be merry With White-wine brisk Claret and Sherry Our Dads are in Heaven we need not to fear Because they have left us some hundreds a year Latin SONG CXVI PLus scio quam Apollo Nam illo dormitante Vidi aftra Pugnantia Vulcano lachrymante Mars Venere concubuit Muliere libidinesa Vulcanus vidit Illam deridet Tunc fuit â—diosa English SONG CXVII I Know more then Apollo For whilst that he lay sleeping I saw the Stars At mortal jars And Valcan he lay peeping And Mars he lay with Venus A pritty wanton Woman But Vulcan saw And did her claw That now she 's fit for no Man SONG CXVIII GReat Love to thy Deity praises I 'le sing A Requiem to sorrow because thou didst bring Thy power I 'le own for why thou hast freed me From those desperate passions the Fates had decreed me A Heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty Love's secret embraces who ever hath known When the bloods young and warm and youth's blossom new blown To the god of that Love will certainly pay His humble Devotious by night and by day A heart hard as stone and a conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Loves humble and meek Love's gentle and sweet Not mov'd with fresh passion when frowns he doth meet He conquers by favours and wins by degrees He 's partial to none for no Mortal he sees A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty The attraction of beauty may charm for a while And Man of his freedom does often beguile Admiring those features which do but ensnare Till at length to our Foes sure Captives we are But a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty When beauty presumes and resolves for to slight All offers of Love and in Pride takes delight The sighs and the groans of a desperate Lover With cruel disdain she endeavours to smother But a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty Fair Venus Love's Queen doth his Arrows prefer Before the keen Sword of the great god of War Mars conquers but boaâ—es but Love's darts they are such Those Souls they subdue which they happen to touch A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty The scornful young Nymph that will searce take a kiss But counts her disdain a peculiar bliss Poor Strephon alas doth so wound by her hate That Cupid takes pity and she now is his mate Thus a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Those great Men of War who do count Love a toy And to amorous Courtship do ever seem coy Yet at one time or other they are forced to yield And think kisses more pleasant then the Ensigns i' th Field Thus hearts hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty The Country Swain that is always in labour And ne're knew no Joys but a Pipe and a Tabor Now at length casts an Eye on some Joan of his crew Then Love slips betwixt them and both doth subdue A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty The Man of old Age who death doth expect And all the Worlds vanities strives to neglect Yet often we find him with Love to be catcht Then to a young Damsel he needs must be matcht For a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Let the old and the young ones the rich and the poor The name and the power of Cupid adore Since none can escape or be free from his darts Which cunningly he doth convey to our hearts A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty SONG CXIX WHen youth do agree To be merry and free Let no one repine their enjoyment to see For equal's the pleasure which is to be had Betwixt a young Lass and a lively young Lad. Time swiftly doth run And old Age it will come Our days are half spent e're our pleasure 's begun The present time 's best therefore take 't whilst you may Who knows but out sorrows begin the next day He that always is sad Must expect to be mad Good Wine and good company make the heart glad The daily fruition of which will create Desights and prevent our complaining of Fate 'T is folly not Fate Does troubles create Then let us avoid it before 't is too late Be jolly dear hearts for our Life 's but a span And a hundred years hence we may love if we can Then give me a Lass And good Wine a full glass The drousie Mechanick's a temperate Ass He studies to get but he knows not for who Thus daily his trouble he seeks to pursue Perhaps when he
troubled with a Sprite So vigorously the Spirit stood Let him do what he can Oh then he said It must be laid By a Woman not a Man A handsome Maid did undertake And into th' Bed she leapt And to allay the Spirit 's power Full close to him she crept She having such a Guardian care Her Office to discharge She open'd wide her conjuring Book And laid her leaves at large Her Office she did well perform Within a little space When up she rose and down he lay And durst not show his Face She took her leave and away she went When she had done the deed Saying if it chance to rise again Pray send for me with speed SONG CXXXI A Pastoral Dialogue betwixt Strephon and Phillis Phil. STrephon what envious Cloud hath made All o're thy Face this sullen shade Strep. It is the Index of my grief Phil. But say admits it no relief Thy now neglected flock doth stray The Wolf securely takes his prey And thy discarded Pipes lie by While thou under some Beech does lie Or Myrtle in the shady Grove And sigh and pin'st like one in Love Strep. Ah Phillis thou hast touch'd me now I can't my passion disavow At that word Love my heart does rise And with it strangely sympathize Phil. But who did thus your heart surprize Strep. It was the Shepherdess whose eyes Are brighter far than any Ray The Sun disclosed on May-day Phil. Who was it Strephon tell me true Strep. Ah dearest Phillis it was you Phil. Strive not false Shepherd to deceive A Nymph too easie to believe A passion which she likes so well Such falshood would deserve a Hell Strep. May the gods for whom fat Lambs I feed That on their smoaking Altars bleed All my devoutest prayers despise And all my humble Sacrifice Or what 's a greater cure may I Find nought from thee but cruelty If I do love my Phillis less Then my own greatest happiness If truth doth not in Swains reside Where is she in the World beside Phil. I can't distrust so lov'd a trouth Deliver'd by so sweet a youth Chorus of two Let 's joyn our hearts and hands and we 'll outvye The Gods themselves with our Felicity Let those that in deceitful Courts do dwell Delay their joys and tedious suits pursue Voices Our honest words their Courtship far excell ' Mongst unambitions Shepherds love is true SONG CXXXII A Maid I dare not tell her Name For fear I should disgrace her Tempted a young Man for to come One Night for to embrace her But at the door he made a stop He made a stop he made a stop But she lay still and snoring said The latch pull up the latch pull up This young Man hearing of her words Puil'd up the latch and enter'd And in the place unfortunately To her Mothers Bed he ventur'd But she poor Maid was sore afraid And almost dead and almost dead But she lay still and snoring said To the truckle-bed to the truckle-bed Unto the truckle-bed he went But as the youth was going The unlucky Cradle stood in 's way And almost spoil'd his wooing When after that the Maid he spy'd The Maid he spy'd the Maid he spy'd But she lay still and snoring said The other side the other side Unto the other side he went To shew the Love he meant her Pull'd off his cloaths couragiously And falls to th' work he was sent for But the poor Maid made no reply Made no reply made no reply But she lay still and snoring said A little too high a little too high This lusty Lover was half asham'd Of her gentle admonition He thought to charge her home as well As any Girl could wish him Oh now my Love I am right I know I am right I know I am right I know But she lay still and snoring said A little too low a little too low Though by mistakes at length this youth His business so well tended He hit the mark so cunningly He defy'd the World to mend it Oh now my Love I am right I swear I am right I swear I am right I swear Then she lay still and snoring said Oh there oh there oh there oh there SONG CXXXIII A Maiden fair I dare not wed For fear I wear Acteon's head A Maiden black is ever proud The little one is ever loud The Maiden that is tall of growth Is always subject unto sloth The fair the foul the little the tall Some faults remain amongst them all SONG CXXXIV IN faith 't is true I am in love 'T is your black eyes have made me so My resolutions they remove And former niceness overthrow The glowing Charcoal's set on fire A Heart that former flames did shun Was an Heretick unto desire Now 's judg'd to suffer Martyrdom But Beauty since it is thy fate At distance thus to wound so sure Thy virtues I will imitate And see if distance prove a cure Then farewel Mistress farewel Love Those lately entertain'd desires Wise Men can from that Plague remove Farewel black Eyes and farewel fires If ever I my heart acquit Of those dull flames I 'le bid a Pox On all black Eyes and swear they 're fit For nothing but a Tinder-box SONG CXXXV HOw happy art thou and I That never knew how to love There 's no such blessings here beneath Whatever there is above 'T is liberty 't is liberty That every Wise man loves Out out upon those Eyes That think to murther me And he 's an Ass that thinks her fair That is not kind and free There 's nothing sweet there 's nothing sweet To Man but liberty I 'le tye my heart to none Nor yet confine my eyes But I will play my game so well I 'le never want a prize 'T is liberty 't is liberty Has made me now so wise SONG CXXXVI WHere ever I am and what ever I do My Phillis is still in my mind When angry I mean not to Phillis to go My feet of themselves the way find Unknown to my self I am just at the door And when I would rail I can bring out no more Then Phillis too fair and unkind Then Phillis too fair and unkind When Phillis I see my heart burns in my breast And the Love I would stifle is shewn Asleep or awake I am never at rest When from my Eyes Phillis is gone Sometimes a sweet Dream does delude my sad mind But when I awake and no Phillis I find How I sigh to my self all alone How I sigh to my self all alone Should a King be my Rival in her I adore He should offer his treasure in vain Oh let me alone to be happy and poor And give me my Phillis again Let Phillis be mine and but ever be kind I would to a Desart with her be confin'd And envy no Monarch his Reign And envy no Monarch his Reign Alas I discover too much of my love And she too well knows her own power She makes me each day a
WITâ— ACCADEMY THE Wits Academy OR THE MUSES DELIGHT Consisting of merry Dialogues upon various occasions composed of Mirth Wit and Eloquence for a help to discourse to such as have had but small converse with the critical sort of people which live in this censorious Age. AS ALSO Divers sorts of Letters upon 〈◊〉 occasions both merry and Jocose helpful for the inexpert to imitate and pleasant to those of better Judgement at their own 〈◊〉 to peruse WITH A perfect Collection of all the newest and best Songs and Catches that are and have been lately in request at Court and both the Theatres LONDON Printed and are to be sold by most Booksellers in London and Westminster 1â—77 Licensed April 10. 1676. Roger Le' Estrange THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO THE READER Courteous Reader WHen first you cast an Eye upon the Title Page of this small Volume be not too soon censorious in giving judgement to condemnation for daily errours we do see committed by those that rashly give their ill opinion of the outward shape suggesting what they do not understand for Fronti nulla Fides is as true as that we may observe amongst the Spanish Gentry who line their garments with the richest Silk when as the out-side is but mean and course The Title of this Book I must confess is little different from that piece of weather-beaten Antiquity vulgarly known by that once famous Name of The Academy of Complements But turn aside the Frontispiece and read beginning with the Dialogues and so proceed till you have view'd all over and the reason of your mistake will soon be unmasqu'd for though Sub sole nihil novum est yet this you will find to be far different from any other tract which has preceded of this Nature exemplary works are for the most part very laudable especially when we make an imitation on those which have been Famous Learned and Nobly extracted c. Yet in undertakings of this Nature imitation is only deem'd to be the barren products of a thred-bare Fancy and that which a Man can't properly call his own As for the Dialogues and the Letters which are contained herein I challenge as my own scarce worth the owning yet for divertisement as it was with me when I writ them I hope they 'l please you being either profitable or pleasant to each capacity As for the Songs I lay not claim to all of them for they are a Collection composed by the most pregnant and refined Wits of this Age all which bound up together I humbly present the Reader with whose kind acceptance will be understood by his gratifying liberally the Book seller and giving the unknown Authour a good report who am yours Dum aurâ aethereâ vescor W. P. MERRY DIALOGUES UPON VARIOUS OCCASIONS Composed of Mirth Wit and Eloquence for a help to Discourse to such as have had but small Converse with the Critical Sort of People which live in this Censorious Age. DIALOGUE 1. A loving Discourse betwixt Samuel and Sarah Sam. LOve is the cause I have so often made my addresses to you Madam therefore let me beseech you not to disdain my present Suit Sarah You tell me much of Love but that 's a thing I never yet could understand Sam. The more is my grief for if you knew it but half so well as I do I am sure that you would incline your heart to pity my afflictions Sarah Why then it seems it is an affliction to be in Love I am therefore glad I never yet knew what it was Sam. Yes Madam 't is a sorrow and a great affliction to be in Love and not to be beloved again Sarah How 's that Sir Sam. Ah Madam too well I know it and t wil ell it you if you will give me leave Sarah Pray Sir let me hear it Sam. The sad example which I now shall instance is my own self I love you Madam and have often told you so but you have ever seem'd to slight my kind proffers of Love to my great torment Sarah I know not what you mean wherein have I ever slighted you pray tell me Sir Sam. I will Madam you know I have at several times told you that I loved you and so well as to marry you and make you my Wife Sarah And call you that love to marry you and be your Wise pray how do you make that appear to be love Sam. Yes that is love to me and the greatest love that tongue can e're express if that you once would say that you loved me well enough to be my Wife Sarah Why then I find I do not yet know what love is for I never could find in my heart to marry you but pray tell me how you came to love me and it may be after I hear how you began to love first that I may learn to follow your example Sam. Madam I know your pretended iggorance is but to mock your poor disconsolate Lover one that adores you above all the World befides but however since you say that you will follow my example in loving me as I love you I must tell you Madam that the first time I ever saw your face Cupid at that instant of time borrowed Arrows from your bright Eyes and bending of his Bow he shot me to the heart that straight I fell in love with you and ever since that I received this wound my love-sick pains grew greater and greater because you would not grant me love again Sarah Methinks you talk most strangely you tell me of Cupid pray what is he and why does he keep a Bow Sam. Cupid Madam is the little god of Love a Boy he is whom the Poets relate to be blind he has a Bow his Mother Venus gave him and he borrows Arrows from young Ladies Eyes and when he pleases to sport himself he bends his Bow and shoots where he pleases and where ever it hits that person is so sorely wounded that he can never rest night nor day unless the Lady from whose Eyes the Arrows came will grant him love again which is my condition and if you deny me love I shall be of all men most miserable Sarah But why do you speak to me Sir to cure you now you say you are wounded you must apply your self to that Lady from whence the Arrows came as for my part I am sure that I have no Arrows in me nor I would not that there should be any there for all the world that were the way to kill me if I had Arrows in my Eyes but if there be Ladies that have any such things that wound young men and can also cure them you had best to cease your discourse with me and seek till you find them out as for my part as I told you before I declare that I keep no Arrows to hurt any one neither according to your own words can I cure any that are so wounded Sam. Ah Madam though we have hitherto discoursed after the
Conquerour till then I restless live The object of your scorn N. L. Her Answer Sir IF that you count it any happiness to be beloved of one so mean as I am who hitherto have held you in disdain and laught at all your discontent with scorn Then bless that happy hour when you did buy that Ring you sent me for a token not for the value of the Ring I love you but those your kind expressions which you writ to me in your last Letter have moved my heart to pity you then now may assure your self a Conquerour for I do pity you and not only so but I love you too for your true constancy had you been fickle and had took denial in a short time I never would have granted you what now I do then now be comforted my Love and cast all sorrow from thy heart for I am thine and will be to my death think not of any thing that has formerly past between us for I will love thee the better for the time to come and when you please to come and visit me you shall be welcome to her who is Your affectionate Lover J. P. A Letter sent to a Gentleman as a Challenge Sir YOu may take notice first of the affront you gave me when we were last together and secondly that I am not of so mean and low a spirit to pass by those your rude actions without taking just revenge according to the offence therefore you being all Man last night I hope will not prove your self to be less to morrow morning about four of the Clock in Lamb's conduit fields with your Sword in your hand where we will end the dispute which you contend about but if you refuse to meet me at the place and time which I have appointed I shall post you up about the Town for an inconsiderable Fool and scandalous coward and shall make my self satisfaction some other way this from Your present enemy and disobliged Friend F. D. The Answer Good Mr. Huff WHat is that little spark of courage which has lain asleep ever since you was born awakened now at last In troth I am very glad that I gave you occasion last night to rouze it up this morning and truly had I thought that you durst have been so valiant as to have taken notice of what I had said I would have spoke ten times more to you then what I did I will be sure to meet your outragious self at the place aforesaid and instead of my Sword I shall only make use of my Scabbard and bang your sides sufficiently sending you crying home to your Wife just as you used to do when you saw a couple of Mastiff dogs fighting in the street hard by your own door I scorn to defile my Sword with such cowardly blood as thine is but shall rather satisfie my self in giving thee a good sufficient beating this from Your derider S. N. A Letter desiring his Friend to acquaint him with news that is stirring Kind Friend KNowing that your affairs in the World are of no small importance and that you negotiating your self with Men of Foreign as well as Domestick business cannot but be acquainted with all the news that is stirring both at home and also at places more remote I should be glad to have some small satisfaction from you by a weekly Letter if you would give your self the trouble of writing I would be at what charge they should cost you in sending them that I might a little please my self in hearing what transactions happen on this our Earthly Globe of Mortality For in our Countrey we hear no news except perhaps I hear that our Neighbour Prattle's Daughters belly begins to swell by eating too many Pease-pottage or else some body has prickt her there or else at present we know not what this and the like stories is all our divertisement no more but remain Yours expecting to hear from you N. J. The Answer Good Cousin I Must humbly beg your pardon for my long silence and now at length if writing upon such an insignicant account as I now have done had there been any thing of News abroad worth the relating and had it come to my ears I would have been sure to have made you acquainted with it e're this as for Foreign businesses and affairs of State I hear no noise God be thanked the Universe of Mankind is hush'd into a quiet peace for ought I hear and trading flourishes indifferent well amongst ingenious Men and good Husbands but bad Husbands will always be finding fault of the badness of Trade when it is their extravagancies which makes them sink and decline in the World as for the News which you tell me concerning your Neighbours Daughter I think it is almost Universal for young Maidens now a days are often troubled with such swellings but it seldome lasts them above nine months and then it asswages again insomuch that we scarcely take any notice of such like distempers now of late I may inform you thus much that the building of St. Paul's Cathedral in London goes on most expeditiously and I am apt to think will be accomplished a great deal sooner then most men could imagine so vast a structure could be finished some other news I can acquaint you with which though it be a little Jocose yet it is very certain that several Men of several minds of several conditions and several qualities do wear the Bull 's Feather upon their heads and yet they know not some of them that they wear it there but others do and count it a great ornament supposing that their Horns were tipt with Gold neither will they matter if their Neighbours call them Cuckold for if they do they 'le ask them to shake hands all the difference between them being this the one knows himself to be a Cuckold and the other only thinks that he himself is none and I believe you have some of this sort of Cattle in your Countrey no more but am Yours upon all occasions R. D. A dunning Letter sent from a Creditor to his Debtor for Money Sir COntrary to my natural Will and Inclinations necessity forces me to give you a timely summons that you may provide me some Money against the next quarter-day for I shall be very much necessitated about that time for Money else I would not have troubled you as yet though I ask you for nothing but what is my own However had I not received great loss of late in my way of Trade I would not have called in my Money from you because I know it to be very secure whilst it is in your hands therefore pray be pleased not to take amiss these my lawful demands but let me have a speedy Answer from you which may be effectual to my desires and I will for the time to come be always studious how I may again be serviceable to so good and sure a Friend as your self which may assure you that
Thief to himself and a Pimp to his wife SONG XX. LEt the Bowl pass free From him to thee As it first came to me 'T is pity that we should confine it Having all either credit or coyn yet Let it e'en take it's course There 's no stopping it's force He that shuffles must inter-line it Lay aside your cares Of Shops and wares And irrational fears Let each breast be as thoughtless as his'n is That from his Bride newly ris'n is We 'le banish each soul That comes here to condole Or is troubled with Love or business The King we 'l not name Nor a Lady to enflame With desire to the Game And into a dumpishness drive all Or make us run mad or go Wive all We 'l have this whole night Set apart for delight And our mirth shall have no corrival Then see that the Glass Through it's circuit do pass Till it come where it was And every Man's Nose been within it Till he end it that first did begin it As Copernicus found That the World did turn round We will prove so does e'ry thing in it SONG XXI I Always resolved to be free from the charms That Love with his subtilty e're could invent I kickt at his Deity laught at the harms That he could devise to abridge my content But now I do find though the Lad he be blind The mark he hath hit and hath changed my mind A Boy though he be yet his Manhood I see For with one poor Dart hath he conquered me I likewise before such beauties did see With charms in their Tongues and darts in their eyes Who thought by their Wiles to intoxicate me But never before my heart could surprise But now I do see that a slave I must be To one that before was a Servant to me For the angry god's Dart hath so pierced my heart No Balm that 's apply'd but increaseth the smart And thus being plung'd in that loving amaze The place is a Labyrinth where I reside Whose turnings and windings hath so many ways That none can get out without help of a guide And my guide is so coy though my Soul I employ To lie at her feet yet my hope she 'l destroy But rather then I 'le keep parley with her eye To add to my bonds I am resolved to dye SONG XXII FAir Clarinda I do owe All the Woe That I know To those glorious looks alone Though you 're an unrelenting stone The quick Light'ning from your eyes Did sacrifice My unwise My unwary harmless heart And now you glory in my smart How unjustly you do blame That pure flame From you came Vext with what your self may burn Your scorns to Tinder did it turn The least spark how Love can call That does fall On the small Scorch'd remainder of my heart Will make it burn in every part A Pastoral Song XXIII AS I was sitting on the Grass Within a silent shady Grove I over-heard a Countrey Lass Was there bewailing of her Love My Love says she Is ta'ne from me And to the Wars is prest and gone He 's marcht away And gone to Sea Alack alack and a welladay And left me here alone My Love he was the kindest Man There 's none that 's like him in the Town He gently takes me by the hand And gave me many a Green Gown With kisses sweet He would me treat And often sing a Roundelay And sometimes smile Then chat a while That so we might the time beguile A live-long Summers day My Love on May-day still would be the earliest up of all the rest With Scarfs and Ribbons then would he Of all the crew be finest drest With Morris Bells And fine things else But when the Pipe began to play He danc'd so well I heard e'm tell That he did all the rest excel And bore the bell away The Man that took my Love away Was too too harsh and too severe I gently on my knees did pray That he my Love would then forbear I offer'd too A breeding Ewe And Chilver-Lamb that was my own Do what I cou'd It did no good He left me in this pensive mood To sigh and make my moan SONG XXIV VVHen first I saw fair Celia's face So full of Majesty and Grace As potent Armies do attack The place can no resistance make So she by power has made her way Unto my heart and there does stay Receiving homage which I pay The force of Love who can withstand It is in vain to countermand What envious Cupid has decreed Then my poor heart must ever bleed Till you fair Nymph by pitty mov'd My passion having once approv'd Can love as now you are belov'd It would be Gallantry in Love If Celia would the Act approve Where she so long has caus'd a smart There to bestow at last her heart In doing so fair Saint you may From your blest name derive a day When Lovers all to you shall-pray Against Poets SONG XXV VVHat mean the dull Poets themselves to abuse With the pittiful Rhimes of an ignorant Muse No more in the praise of a Nymph let 'em prate Nor complain of the Stars or unkindness of Fate But if they must Rhime let 'em do 't to some end And sing us a song of our Bottle and Friend They 're in pittiful case with their heart and their flame And are puzled to find a new Mistresses name But once in a Stanza they must be in Love Then their Protean Mistress must any thing prove For their sence and their truth's are but Pimps to their Rhime And their Alphabet helps 'em to words that will chime The Mistress they sancy they fit to their mind In a minute she 's pretty coy cruel and kind Thus Women are Deities only in show While to them they do all their constancy owe But in Burgundy we the fond passion will quench Or if we must love we will go to a Wench A Pastoral Song XXVI O Delia for I know 't is thee I know 't is thee For nothing else could move My tuneless heart but something from above I hate all Earthly Harmony Hark hark ye Nymphs and Satyrs all around Hark how the baffled Eccho faints and dies See how the winged Air all gasping lies At the melodious sound Mark while she sings How they droop and flag their wings Angelick Delia sing no more Thy Song 's too great for mortal Ear Thy charming Notes I can no longer bear Oh then in pitty to the world give o're And leave us stupid as we were before Fair Delia take the fatal choice To vail thy beauty or suppress thy voice His passions thus poor Celadon betray'd When first he saw when first he heard the lovely Maid SONG XXVII HAng up Mars And his Wars Give us drink We 'le tipple my Lads together Those are Slaves Fools and Knaves That have chink And must pay For what they say Do or think Good fellows account for neither Be we round be we square We are happier
's drink till our Noses Gives freedom to speak what our fancy disposes Beneath whose protection now under the Rose is Drink off your Bowl 'T wil enrich your Head and your Soul With Canary For a Carbunkled Face Saves a tedious race For the Indies about us we carry No Helicon like to the Juice of the Vine is For Phoebus had never had Wit that Divine is Had his Face not been bow-dy'd as thine is and mine is This must go round Off with your Hats till the Pavement be crown'd With your Beavers A Red coated Face Frights a Serjeant at Mace Whilst the Constable trembles to shivers In state march our Faces like some of the Quorum While the Whores fall down and the vulgar adore 'em And our Noses like Link-boys go shining before ' em SONG XL. CUpid's no God a wanton Child His Art 's too weak his power 's too mild No active heat nor noble fire Feathers his Arrows with desire 'T is not his Bow or Shaft 't is Venus eye Makes him ador'd and crowns his Deity On a Kiss SONG XLI OH that joy so soon should wast Or so sweet a bliss As a kiss Might not for ever last A sugry melting so soft so delicious The Dew that lies on Roses When the Morn her self discloses Is not so precious Or rather when I would it smother Were I to taste but such another It would be my wishing That I might dye with kissing SONG XLII HOw happy 's the Pris'ner who conquers his fate With filence and ne're on bad fortune complains But carelesly plays with his key on the Grate And makes a sweet Consort with them and his chains He drowns care with Sack when his heart is opprest And with that makes it flout like a Cork in his breast Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And our Land 's a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome Let Tyrants wear purple deep dy'd in the blood Of those they have slain their Scepter to sway If our Conscience be clear and our Title be good To the Rags that hang on us we are richer then they We drink up at night what we can beg or borrow And sleep without plotting for more the next morrow Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And our Land 's a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome Come Drawer fill each Man a pint of Canary This Brimmer shall bid all our sences good night When old Aristotle was froliek and merry With the juice of the Grape he turn'd Staggerite Copernicus once in a drunken fit found By the course of his brains that the Earth did turn round Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And our Land 's a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome 'T is Sack makes our Faces like Comets to shine And gives us a beauty beyond Complexions mask Diogenes fell so in Love with his Wine That when 't was all out he dwelt in the Cask He liv'd by the scent in that close wainscotted room When dying requested the Tub for his Tomb. Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And the Land 's a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome Though the Userer watch on his bags and his house To keep that from robbers he rak'd from his debtors Each Midnight cries Thieves at the noise of a Mouse Then looks if his bags are fast bound in the setters When once he grows rich enough for a State-plot In one hour Buff-plunder what threescore years got Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And our Lands a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome Let him never so privately muster his Gold His Angels will their Intelligence be How close they are prest in his Canvass hold And long that State Soldiers should set them all free Let him pine and be hang'd we will merrily sing Who hath nothing to lose may cry God bless the King Then since we are all Slaves who Islanders be And our Land 's a large Prison enclos'd with the Sea We 'le drink off the Ocean and set our selves free For Man is the World's Epitome A Rural Song XLIII NYmph and Shepherd come away In these Groves let 's sport and play Let each day be a Holiday Sacred to ease and happy Love To dancing Musick Poetry Your Flocks may now securely Rove While you express your jollity Chorus of Shepherds and Shepherdesses We come we come no joy like to this Now let us sing rejoyce and kiss The Great can never know such bliss 1. As this 2. As this 3. As this All. As this The Great can never know such blist All the Inhabitants o' th Wood Now celebrate the Spring That gives vigour to the blood Of every living thing The Birds have been billing and singing before us And all the sweet Choristers joyn in the Chorus The Nightingales with jugging throats Warbling out their pretty Notes So sweet so sweet so sweet And thus our Loves and pleasures greet Chorus of all Then let our Pipes sound let us dance and sing Till the murmuring Groves with Ecchoes ring How happy are we From all Jealousie free No dangers nor cares can annoy us We toy and we kiss And Love 's our chief bliss A pleasure that never can cloy us Our days we consume in unenvyed delights And in love and soft rest our happy long nights Each Nymph does impart Her Love without Art To her Swain who thinks that his chief Treasure No envy is fear'd No sighs we e're heard But those which are caus'd by our pleasure When we feel the best raptures of innocent Love No joys exceed ours but the pleasures above Chorus In these delightful fragrant Groves Let 's celebrate our happy Loves Let 's Pipe and Dance and Laugh and Sing Thus every happy livingthing Revels in the time of Spring SONG XLIV FArewel thou dearest of my crimes Be never more the abuser of my times Lest that I curse too late The errors of my Fate Which made me love thee All ye Deities divine Strengthen this request of mine Then may I say Frail delights pass away I am rul'd by a power that 's above thee No more shall thy seducing smiles Thy winning looks or other sweet beguiles Have power to withdraw My heart from Love by Law Sealed to another Cupid I thy power defie Thou art a flattering Deity And there are none But say thou art the Son Of a fair foolish fickle wanton Mother SONG XLV Augusta is enclin'd to fears Be she full or be she waning Still Augusta is complaining Give her all
Look down you 'l discover Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover With a heart full as true As e're languisht for you Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover The heart that was once a Monarch in 's breast Is now your poor Captive and can have no rest 'T wil never give over But about your sweet bosom will hover Dear Miss let it in By Heaven 't is no sin Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover SONG LXII CLoris when you disperse your influence Your dazling beams are quick and clear You so surprize and wound the sence So bright a Miracle you appear Admiring Mortals you astonish so No other Deity they know But think that all Divinity 's below One charming look from your Illustrious face Is able to subdue mankind So sweet so powerful a grace Makes all Men Lovers but the blind Nor can they freedom by resistance gain For each embraces the soft chain And never struggles with the pleasing pain SONG LXIII VVHen first my free heart Was inspir'd by desire So loft was the wound And so gentle the fire My sighs were so sweet And so pleasant the smart I pitty'd the slave That had ne're lost his heart He thinks himself happy And free but alas He 's far from that Heaven Which Lovers possess In Nature was nothing That I could compare With the beauty of Chloris I thought her so fair A Wit so Divine All her sayings did fill A Goddess she seem'd And I thought of her still With a zeal more enflam'd And a passion more true Then a Martyr in Flames For Religion can shew More vertues and graces I found in her mind Then the Schools can invent Or the gods e're design'd She seem'd to be mine By each glance of her eye If Mortals might aim At a blessing so high Each day with new favours New hopes she did give But alas what is wisht We too soon do believe With awful respect While I lov'd I admir'd But fear'd to attempt What so much I desir'd In a moment my Joys And my hopes were destroy'd A Shepherd more daring Fell on and enjoy'd Yet in spight of my Fate And the pains I endure In a second Amour I will seek for my cure SONG LXIV VVHat does the fair Clariza mean To tantalize her Servant so She frowns and sweetly smiles agen Whence these alternate Fancies flow Flong to know Though they for trivial causes are Each glance to me 's a several Fate My Heart 's the Ship her Eye the Star The Port it Sails to love or hate Which on her wait When sad Aurora's clouded dress Seems to portend a stormy day The dying flow'rs their heads depress But take new Life from Sol's bright Ray I fare like they Though Love has made me Reason's Foe Some weak reflexions still remain Which her deriding scorn do show By which my faults and her disdain I see too plain Yet let her know that still I love If that 's presumptuous I adore But if my Fate uncertain prove And she mysterious as before I 'le love no more To all but that Divinest she My flame shall ever be unknown If just contempt my purchase be My ill success I 'le never own To more than one Neither favour nor force nor fear nor delight Shall make me discover if she will but Write SONG LXV BE jolly my friend For the Money we spend On Women and Wine to our selves we do lend The Ladies embraces And our Carbuncled Faces Will gain us more credit then the Muses or the Graces Then Sirrah be quicker And bring us more Liquor We 'l have nothing to do with Physician or Vicar We 'le round with our Bowls Till our passing Bell toles And trust no such Quacks with our Bodies or Souls SONG LXVI CEase Chloris cease to wonder why My cheeks so pale so dim my eye Admire no more my shortned breath No more foretel m'approaching death For now it only lies in you To make your Omen false or true From the Physician you in vain Inquire the Nature of my pain In vain you weep for when you please You only you can give me ease And none will think you truly grieve For one you care not to relieve By meaner passions you endure What by a nobler you may cure Change but your Pity into Love And so the cause in both remove This by a strange discovery You 'l cheat the World yourself and me SONG LXVII AH fading Joy How quickly art thou past Yet we thy ruine hast And what too soon would die help to destroy As if the cares of humane Life were few We seek out new And follow Fate which does too fast pursue In vain does Natures bounteous hand supply What pievish mortals to themselves deny See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express In wild Notes their happiness Not anxious how to get or spare They on their Mother Nature lay their care Why then shou'd Man the Lord of all below Such troubles chuse to know As none of all his Subjects undergo Chorus Hark hark the Waters fall And with a murmuring sound Dash dash upon the ground To gentle slumbers call SONG LXVIII A Curse on the Zealous and Ignorant crew That languish all day And with passion obey The senceless decrees that Platonicks pursue How poor and unhappy Unhappy are those pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgarly shame Diminish their flame But blest is the Man that with freedom enjoys A beauty whose eyes Like the Stars in the Skies Produce new delights till his Appetite cloys How happy unhappy How happy are these pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgar reproach Pursues his debauch Elizium's a grief and a torment compar'd To that we can prove In enjoyment of Love Where Lovers in raptures still meet a reward The tales of the Ancient Of future delights are ungrounded In loves kind fruition where Souls have access Oh there 's the true bliss SONG LXIX A Dieu my Cordelia my dearest adieu No passion more slighted was ever more true No torment severer than this could you prove To enjoyn him by absence that 's chain'd by your love Subdu'd by your charms y'inflam'd my desire Till a spark from your eyes set me all on fire O cruelty shown no offence but Love known Exil'd and out-law'd by a hard hearted Stone SONG LXX OH name not the day least my senses reprove And curse my poor heart for the knowledge of Love Ah the ignorant fate of a fearful young Lover When a sign is return'd not to have Wit to discover To delay a kind Nymph from her hour of design Is to dig for a Treasure and sink in the Mine A Musical Instruction for a Young Lady SONG LXXI TO play upon the Vial if A Virgin will begin The first of all she must know her Cliff And all the stops therein Her Prick she must hold long enough Her Back-falls gently take Her touch must gentle be not rough At each stroke she must shake She must unto her
Bow fly And stick close to her Fiddle Her Feet must hold the lower end And her knees must hold the middle Two fingers on the Hair must lie And two upon the Back She must ever keep true time And with her Feet it pat And when she hath as she would have She must it gently thrust Up Down Swift Slow at any rate As she her self doth list When by experience she doth find That she grows something cunning She 'l ne're be contented in her mind But whilst the Bow is running SONG LXXII VVHen first my dear Delia my heart did surprize By the attraction of Beauty and power of her Eyes I trembl'd and sigh'd and stedfastly gaz'd Until all my thoughts into raptures were rais'd That Monarch's unworthy who grudges to part With Scepter and Crown to attain such a Heart SONG LXXIII HOw bonny and brisk how pleasant and sweet Were Jenny and I while my passion is strong So cagerly each others flame we did meet That a minutes delay did appear to be long The Vows that I made her she seal'd with a kiss Till my Soul I had lost in a rapture of bliss I vow'd and I thought I cou'd ever have lov'd Where beauty and kindness together I found So sweetly she look't and so sweetly she mov'd That I fancy'd my strength with my joys to abound For the pleasures I gave she did doubly requite By finding out ever new ways to delight At last when enjoyment had put out my fire My strength was decay'd and my passion was done So pall'd was my Fancy so tame my desire That I from the Nymph very fain would have gone Ah Jenny said I we adore you in vain For Beauty enjoy'd does but turn to disdain SONG LXXIV THey call they call what voice is that A Lady in despair Whose Tears and Sorrows comes too late Her losses to repair By too much Pride I 've lost a heart I languish to regain And yet I 'de kill the Man I love E're own my pleasing pain Some gentle spirit shew the Fate Of him I love but fain wou'd hate In vain in vain thou seek'st our aid Thy passion to remove For see alas the foul event Of thy too Tragick Love See see the Crown thou didst disdain Another Brow must wear Then sigh and weep no more in vain But die in deep despair May this be all proud Beauties fate Still to repent their Pride too late SONG LXXV NAy let me alone I protest I 'le be gon 'T is a Folly to think I 'le be subject to one Never hope to confine A young Gallant to dine Like a Scholar of Oxford On none but a Loin For after enjoyment our bellies are full And the same Dish again makes the Appetite dull By your wantoning Art Of a sigh and a start You endeavour in vain To inveigle my heart For the pretty disguise Of your languishing eyes Will never prevail With my Sinews to rise 'T is never the Mode in an amorous Treat When a Lover hath dined to perswade him to eat Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best 'T is only variety Makes up the Feast For when we 're enjoy'd And with pleasures are cloy'd The vows that we made To love ever are void And now pretty Nymph it was ever unfit That a meal should be made of a relishing bit SONG LXXVI TYrant thou seekest in vain With her pure blood thy guilty Sword to stain Heaven does that sacred blood design To be the source of an immortal Line Death will not dare to touch that heart Which Love hath chosen for his Dart. Chorus Fair Innocence and Beauty are Of watchful Heaven the chiefest care But the devouring Monster shall A Sacrifice to Justice fall Richmond does fly to your redress Love's Messengers can do no less His Sword shall with one blow Cut off your Fetters and Tyrants too All resistance vain will prove When valout is inspired by Love Chorus Tyrants by Heaven and Earth are curst They swell with blood untill they burst But Lovers are wise Natures care What Tyrants ruine they repair SONG LXXVII AST was Walking In a May Morning I heard a Bird sing Cuckoo Upon a Tree of choice She sung with pleasant voice Which made my heart rejoyce Cuckoo She noddled up and down And she swore by her Crown Her Friends liv'd in this Town Cuckoo All you that Married be Come learn this Song of me And so we shall agree to be Cuckoo Upon a Tree SONG LXXVIII GOd Cupid's for certain as foolish as blind To settle his heart upon people unkind His punishment's just for not having regard To gentle complyers but ungrateful and hard And you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue As shadows do follow those who run away And fly those that follow as if 't were at play As Death soonest searcheth Men fearing to die From those who wish for him he farthest doth fly So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue If a shade you embrace you 'l find your hands empty If you court a fair face she 'l nothing but tempt ye Reciprocal kindness you 'l always see missing Returning base scorn as bad as a hissing So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue The Lovers hard fate is sure from above True love meets disdain as disdain doth with Love Or else flesh and blood could ne're be so cruel To give gentle flame so dismal a Fuel Chorus Thus you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue SONG LXXIX I 'De have you quoth he Wou'd you have me quoth she O where Sir In my Chamber quoth he In your Chamber quoth she Why there Sir To kiss you quoth he To kiss me quoth she O why Sir Cause I love it quoth he Do you love it quoth she So do I Sir SONG LXXX WHat shall we do When our eyes are surrounded With Beauties like you Our hearts must be wounded If we fly from the War Your Darts do o're-take us And if we stay there Your Captives you make us Engaging or flying w' are sure to be slain Then who is so mad such a Fight to maintain And yet Oh! how sweet Are the wounds of your glances Then nobly we 'l meet Though we fall by your Lances When your smiles do evince That our Death will be pleasant Better die like a Prince Then live like a Peasant If engaging or flying we are certain to die 'T is courage to fight and a folly to fly SONG LXXXI THou art so fair and cruel too I am amaz'd what shall I do To compass my desire Sometimes thy eyes do me invite But when I venture kill me quite Yet still encrease my fire Ost have I try'd my love to quell And thought it's fury to repel Since I no hopes do find But when I think
This is a mad World my Masters SONG XCI 'T Was in the pleasant Month of May On a Morn by break of day Forth I walkt the Woods so wide When as May was in her pride There I espyed all alone Phyllida and Coridon Much adoe there was I wot He could love but she could not His Love he said was ever true Nor was mine e're false to you He said that he had lov'd her long She said that Love should have no wrong Cwydon would kiss her then She said Maids must kiss no Men Till they kiss for good and all Then she made the Shepherds call Their fellow Swains to witness sooth Ne're was lov'd so fair a youth Then with many a pretty Oath As yea and nay and Faith and Troth Such as silly Shepherds use When they will not love abuse Love that had been long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Phillida with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May. SONG XCII WHat makes you all so dull You lively Lads that love The pleasures of the Plain And sport enchanting Jove My jolly Muse Brings other News And time invites to go Fill Nectar 's Cup The Hare is up We come to sing so ho. My Pipe is of the pure Cane of the Winter Corn By force of Cynthia's lure Transform'd into a Horn Aurora's look Hath chang'd my crook Into a bended Bow And Pan shall keep My patient Sheep While here we sing so ho. Let us like Swains That only undergoes The pleasures of the Plains In place where Boreas blows And every Night Take our delight With our she-friend and so Both night and day We 'll sport and play And merrily sing so ho. SONG XCIII THe Glories of our Birth and State Are shadows not substantial things There is no Armour ' gainst our Fate Death lays his Icy hands on Kings Scepter and Crown Must tumble down And in the Dust be equal laid With the poor crooked Sythe and Spade Some Men with Swords may reap the Field And plant fresh Lawrels where they kill But their strong Nerves at length must yield They tame but one another still Early or late They stoop to Fate And must give up their murmuring breath Whilst the pale Captive creeps to death The Lawrel withers on your Brow Then boast to more your mighty deeds For on Death's Purple Altar now See where the Victor Victim bleeds All Heads must come To the cold Tomb Only the Actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the Dust SONG XCIV VVHen Aurelia first I courted She had Youth and Beauty too Killing Pleasures when she sported And her charms were ever new Conquering time hath now deceiv'd her Which her Glory did uphold All her Arts can ne're retrieve her Poor Aurelia's growing old Those airy Spirits which invited Are retir'd and move no more And those Eyes are now benighted Which were Comets heretofore Want of these abate her Merits Yet I have passion for her Name Only warm and vigorous Spirits Kindle and maintain her flame SONG XCV STill to be neat still to be drest As you were going to a Feast Still to be Powder'd still Perfum'd Lady it is to be presum'd Though Arts hid causes are not found All is not sweet all is not sound Give me a look give me a face That makes simplicity a grace Robes sweetly flowing Hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Then all the Adulteries of Art They wound mine eyes but not my heart Strephon and Daphne SONG XCVI Strephon. COme my Daphne come away We do wast the Crystal day 'T is Strephon calls Daphne What would my Love Strephon. Come follow to the Myrtle Grove Where I with Venus will prepare New Chaplets to adorn thy Hair Daphne Strephon were I shut in this Tree I 'de rend the Bark to follow thee Strephon. My Shepherdess make hast The minutes fly too fast Let 's to those cooler shades where I Blind as Cupid in thine eye Betwixt thy Breasts will ever stray In such warm Snows Who would not lose his way Chorus Wee 'll laugh and leave the World behind Those Gods themselves that see Shall envy thee and me And never tast such joy When they embrace a Deity SONG XCVII VVHy should we not laugh and be jolly Since all the World is mad And lull'd in a dull Melancholy He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more And that makes him as poor As the wretch that ne're any thing had How mad is that damn'd Money-monger That to purchase to him and his Heirs Grows shrivel'd with thirst and hunger While we that are bonny Buy Sack with ready Money And ne're trouble the Scriveners Lawyers Those Gulls that by scraping and toiling Do swell their Revenues so fast Get nothing by all their turmoiling But are marks for each Tax While they load their own backs With the heavier packs And lie down gall'd and weary at last While we that do traffick in tipple Can baffle the Gown and the Sword Whose Jaws are so hungry and gripple We ne're trouble our heads With Indentures or Deeds And our Wills are compos'd in a word Our Money shall never-indite us Nor drag our free minds to thrall Nor Pyrates nor Wracks can affright us We that have no Estates Fear no Plunder nor Rates We can sleep with open Gates He that lies on the ground cannot fall We laugh at those Fools whose endeavours Do but fit them for Prisons and Fines When we that spend all are the savers For if Thieves do break in They go out empty agen And the Plunderers lose their designs Then let us not think on to morrow But tipple and laugh while we may To wash from our hearts all sorrow Those Cormorants which Are troubled with an Itch To be mighty and rich Do but toil for the Wealth which they borrow The Mavor of the Town with his Ruff on What a P is he better than we He must vail to the Man with his Buff on Though he Custard may eat And such lubbarly Meat Yet our Sack makes us merryer then he SONG XCVIII NO I will sooner trust the Wind When falsly kind It courts the pregnant Sails into a Storm And when the smiling Waves perswade Be willingly betray'd Then thy deceitful Eyes or Form Go and beguile some easie heart With thy vain Art Thy smiles and kisses on those Fools bestow Who only see the calms that sleep On this smooth flattering deep But not the hidden dangers know They that like me this falshood prove Will scorn thy Love Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine But he that as they Sacrifice Doth willingly fall twice Dies his own Martyr and not thine SONG XCIX BEauty and Love once fell at odds And thus revil'd each other Said Love I am one of the gods And you wait on my Mother Thou hast no power o're Men at all But what I gave to thee Nor are thou longer fair or sweet Then Men acknowledge thee Away fond Boy then
Love that poyson grown Which inflicts those fatal Darts Which the god of Love alone Did form for false rebellious hearts And must none then approach thy Love But those who Martyrdom will prove Hadst thou thy liberty preserv'd And still a nobler Soveraign been At what a rate hadst thou been serv'd When all thy Slaves had Rivals been Nay gods themselves had quit their sway Proud of the glory to obey But stay my passion grows too bold Seeking your honour thus to stain It shews that Loyalty grows cold When Subjects for reward complain Henceforth my passions shall declare No perfect Love without despair SONG CIII Man WHy Phillis to me so untrue and unkind Remember the Vow which you made Though Love cannot see let not honour be blind Whereon is the other betray'd Woman Though Sir to your Bed true Allegiance I vow'd I am not oblig'd by that Oath No longer then you keep both constant and true The same Vow obligeth us both Man Fair Nymph did you feel but those passions I bear My Love you would never suspect A heart made of steel must needs love the fair And what we love cannot neglect Chorus Then since we love both Let us both be agreed And seal both our Loves with a kiss From breaking our Oath We shall both then be freed A Princess shall envy our bliss SONG CIV SInce Coelia's my Foe To a Desart I 'le go Where some River For ever Shall Eccho my Woe The Trees will appear More relenting than her The Morning Adorning Each Leaf with a Tear When I make my sad moan To the Rocks all alone From each hollow Will follow A pityful groan But with silent disdain She requites all my pain To my mourning Returning No answer again Then Coelia adieu When I cease to pursue You 'l discover No Lover Was ever so true Your sad Shepherd flies From those dear cruel eyes Who not seeing His being Decays and he dies But it 's better to run From the Fate we can't shun Then for ever To endeavour What cannot be won What ye Gods have I done That Amintas alone Is so treated And hated For loving but one SONG CV DIsputes daily arise and errours grow bolder Philosophers prattle how greedy's the Miser The more we should know then by being the older But plainly 't appears there 's no body wiser He that spends what he has and wisely drinks all 'T is he is the Man Mathematical SONG CVI. NO no 't is in vain Though I sigh and complain Yet the secret I 'le never reveal The wrack shall not tear it From my Breast but I 'le bear it To the Grave where it ever shall dwell Oh would that the gods had created her low And plac'd thee poor Hylas above Then then I a present might freely bestow Of a heart that is all over Love Like the damn'd from the Fire We may gaze and admire Yet never can hope to be blest Oh the pangs of a Lover That dares not discover The poison that 's lodg'd in his Breast Like a Deer that is wounded I bleeding run on And fain I the torture would hide But Oh 't is in vain for where ever I run The bloody Dart sticks in my side SONG CVII HAd Daphne Honour Wealth or Fame Thou hadst some colour for thy flame Or were she young she might excite Thy lustful thoughts to appetite Were she or beautiful or good She unawares might fire thy blood But being neither rich young chast nor fair To love is Dotage Phrensie to Despair SONG CVIII NO Joys like to those of a new married Bride Who freely does make her own choice Where nothing but innocent Love doth abide Whilst with her kind Bedfellow she doth rejoyce Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embroces in each others Arms. The spritely young Bridegroom tasts of this bliss The day with their Friends they do spend At night with great freedom they hug and they kiss Both thinking that night will soon have an end Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With saithful embraces in each others Arms. The fruits of their pleasure they both do desire Which after nine Months they may find Both hope for an Off-spring just like the own Sire And pray to Lucina that she will be kind Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. He never is pleas'd when his Bride 's out of sight She likewise his presence doth crave So great is their Love and so sweet their delight One absent the other no pleasure can have Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. A happy success to so faithful a pair Can never be wanting be sure Much wealth and great honour to such as they are Will flow in a pace and for ever endure Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. Long life will attend them till hoary old Age Does call them to lye down to rest Cold Death with cold blood then will gently engage And send them to 'th Grave and their Souls to be blest Thus still they continue secure from harms Both lye in one Coffin in each others Arms. That couple is blest who thus happily meet Prosperity hedges them round Their embraces are pleasant their kisses are sweet Delights of all sorts all their Life will abound Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. But those that do marry for Money not Love Will never have peace in their mind They unto each other a sorrow will prove And troublesome days they for ever will find May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold In discord and envy they ever will live Each day will beget a new strife Whilst angry words they to each other give The Wife blames the Man and the Man blames his Wife May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold She cryes he don 't love her he swears she 's a scold She finds his affections are dull Which causes her love in like manner grow cold She vows to be pievish as he to the full May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold And since from her Husband she finds no delight It makes her abroad for to range She resolves in her heart to keep out of his sight For Women by Nature are subject to change May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold Then jealous he grows which perplexes his Soul And out of revenge she does horn him Whatever he says she resolves to controul And replies with a frown he 's a fool and she scorns him May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a Price in a Market is sold
'le keep And at night my Theorbo shall rock you asleep So happy we 'le prove that Mortals above Shall envy our Musick shall envy our Love SONG CXLI Long Vacation HOw quiet the Town is Now the tumult is gone Now the Bullies and Punks To retirement are flown The Nights are all peace And the Mornings serene Our Windows are safe And our bodies are clean Chorus The Nights are all peace c. The Woman of Honour The Bulker and Ranger Disturb not our selves Nor inveigle the Stranger Our joys are our own Spight of empty Gallants Who Cuckold the Town To supply their own wants Chorus Our joys are our own c. Since the Town 's then our own And the sweets it affords Though indeed we are Rogues We 'le be as drunk as the Lords Opportunity short is For Term-time will come When our Wives will be rambling And we must keep home SONG CXLII LAurinda who did Love disdain For whom had languish'd many a Swain Leading her bleating Flocks to drink She spy'd upon the Rivers brink A youth whose eyes did well declare How much he lov'd but lov'd not her At first she laugh'd and gaz'd a while But soon it lessen'd to a smile Then to surprize and wonder came Her breast to heave her heart to flame Then cry'd she out ah now I prove Thou art a god almighty Love She would have spoke but shame deny'd And bid her first consult her Pride But soon she found that aid was gone For Jove alas had left her none Ah how she burns but 't is too late For in his eyes she reads her Fate SONG CXLIII LOve's soft deluding charms Must now give place to Arms Hark hark I hear the Trumpet 's fresh Alarms Mars chides me for my stay And frowning seems to say Thy honour youth will suffer by delay Adieu ye Sex Divine Whose all commanding shrine So oft has bow'd these stubborn knees of mine Kind Females now no more Must I those charms adore Nor court the pleasures of the Brittish Shore My Friend and I in Wars ' Midst Armies Wounds and Scars Will bid defiance to unlucky Stars No charming Female Darts With all their amorous Arts Shall e're disjoyn our undivided hearts Friendship that noble Name That kindles generous flame Prompts us to court no Mistress now but Fame Her we may joyntly love And happy Rivals prove In Emulation like to those above Thus hand in hand we 'le go And equal danger know Love begs in vain when Honour answers no The Battle done at last We 'le lie so close imbrac'd And think with pleasure on the danger past Should one of us be slain Fate 's envy's spent in vain In spight of Death our friendship we 'le maintain For he that 's left behind Shall teach the World to find Though two in person we 're but one in mind SONG CXLIV HOw mighty are the charms of Woman kind And yet how soon decay'd Scarce has a beauty in full glory shin'd E're 't is in utter ruine laid While the blest minutes last before it's fall 'T is made a Deity and ador'd by all But when the glorious lustre's gone Th' unhappy slighted Nymph is left alone The sad privation to bemoan See see poor Phillis yonder once the fair Bright as the Morning Sun Blasted and faded all her beauties are Alas her killing days be done How unregarded now she treads the plain Pursu'd by no admiring Swain Not one charm left not one alluring grace Horrour and wrinkles have assum'd their place Age Age 〈◊〉 wrote upon her Face Who then would be in love and fondly prize At so-unjust a rate A pair of flattering false deluding eyes That are to morrow out of date If their first vigour lasted to the Grave 'T were richly worth the while to be a slave But since the fairest in their course must end I will no more on the gay toy depend But make my pleasure in my friend SONG CXLV DO not ask me charming Phillis Why I lead you here alone By this bank of Pinks and Lillies And of Roses newly blown 'T is not to behold the beauty Of those flowers that crown the Spring 'T is to but I know my duty And dare never name the thing 'T is at worst but her denying Why should I thus fearful be Every Minute gently flying Smiles and says make use of me What the Sun does to those Roses While the Beams play sweetly in I would but my fear opposes And I dare not name the thing Yet I die if I conceal it Ask my Eyes or ask your own And if neither can reveal it Think what Lovers think alone On this bank of Pinks and Lillies Might I speak what I wou'd do I wou'd with my lovely Phillis I wou'd I wou'd I wou'd ah wou'd you SONG CXLVI PEace Cupid take thy Bow in hand I' th gloomy shade in ambush stand To watch a cruel Nymph frequents this Bow'r Cold as the streams but sweeter then each flow'r There there she is direct thy Dart Into that stony Marble heart Draw quickly draw and shew thy Art Woe 's me thou' rt blind indeed thou hast shot me Whilst she scapes in the Grove and laughs at thee SONG CXLVII HE 's a Phlegmatick Lover In whom we discover A temper that never doth change A Breast that 's like mine with jealousie burns Now Love and now Anger possess it by turns With fears I grow mild and with hopes I grow tame That passion is weak that is always the same But the Sanguine brisk Lover Can never discover How the Soul of a Woman 's inclin'd He knows that her charms have conquer'd yet more That many there are who do figh and adore He trusts not to merit to give him success For Women love only by fancy and guess Or if to desert by great chance they prove kind The fair still are fickle and oft change their mind Oh the starts of a Lover Do plainly discover The passion he feels is extream For he that loves well and does not possess Must either be jealous or else love you less Then say not my fears or my doubts do you wrong He cannot be quiet whose passion is strong Small Fires do but glow and are always the same But the greater will rage and scatter the flame SONG CXLVIII MY Muse denies To Apologize For my Song 's acceptation I know 't will fit Your Appetite Because 't is of the fashion New Fashions began With the World and Man In Adam's time and Eves They did begin To cover sin With a fashion of their leaves After was try'd The rough Bucks hide A wear of commendation Had not with the Skin The Horns crept in And turn'd it into fashion Each Taylor is read In this Fashion his head Is capable on 't 't is fear'd When he 's not at leisure His Wife will take measure Though 't be by his Neighbours yard The Clown's array Is an innocent gray Nor stain'd by the Dyer's Art Which doth invest As pure
Romantick Way and Mode yet you well enough know my meaning therefore not to talk any longer at this distance I must with your pardon tell you plainly that I love you Madam and none but you alone therefore pity my condition Sarah Since you have discovered your self to be 1 Lover and for my sake and not only now on a sudden but a pretty while since if I may believe you but young men are so false that I know not what to say to you Sam. You have tryed my constancy for it is some years since you know I first offer'd the tenders of my love to you and though you answer'd me still with flat denial yet you see that I had not so slightly grounded my passion as that your frowns as yet could make me have an ill opinion of your love Sarah Well since you are resolved to proceed and will take no denial know then that I must try you further still therefore prepare your self to answer me Sam. Speak boldly Madam and let your demands be ne're so difficult to perform if they are in mans power to accomplish you shall be obeyed and Madam gladly too should you command me this very minute to be my own bloody Executioner Sarah No Sir I wish you long may live and happy but if you ere intend to be my Bridegroom you must Sam. What must I do Madam speak without fear your will shall be my pleasure Sarah No I am asham'd to tell you but yet I can't forbear but I must tell you you must Sam. Dear Madam speak and blush not Sarah Why this it is you must come now and kiss me and by that kiss swear that within the space of six days you will marry me Sam. Auspicious Heaven and all ye Powers above to you on bended knees I first return my thankful Prayers and next dear Madam with humble gratitude I at your feet do prostrate fall where silence gladly shall shew I do consent for words cannot express my present joy Sarah Rise worthy Sir you have deserved my love nor could I longer keep you in despair from hence call me your own Sam. My dearest onely Joy you have now for ever blest me this kiss shall usher in a thousand more give me your hand I le wait upon you home Where speedily without the least delay We will appoint our Joyful Wedding day DIALOGUE II. A Discourse betwixt Corydon and Celia Corydon WHy dearest Celia should you prove so cruel to him that loves you more than life or any other thing that bears a name a world of fighs and groans have fill'd the skyes with the Ecchoes of My Celia Fair and Cruel Caelia but no redress as yet I have found then dain my pretty Paramour at length to smile upon distracted Corydon Celia What means the Shepherd thus to trouble me what Cruelties are these you speak of for my part I know not of any unkindness that I ever shew'd to you What is' t you would have tell me wherein that Caelia has been offensive to you and without doubt a speedy recompence will be made you Corydon Oh would that Corydon could find it so as Celia has told him soon my dearest Celia should know the cause of all my Miseries and Woes You need not ask me Celia why I call you Cruel my looks will tell you though my tongue be silent Celia Indeed Corydon you do mistake my skill for I am no good Physiognomist neither did I ever pretend to it therefore if you would that I be made sensible of your grief you must tell it me downright and then if it lies in my power to give you ease and I deny it you then will have just cause to call me cruel and not before For no Doctor or Surgeon can tell how to apply any remedy to a Sick Patient before he knows from whence his distemper springs Corydon You cannot be so ignorant as you pretend you are I cannot think but that you know my grief 't is Love my Dearest Celia 't is Love Celia How Coryden did you say Love or did I mistake that word speak it again Corydon Yes so I will my Celia for 't is Love and the Love of you alone that I that I poor Shepherd langaith after thus Celia And is it so Do you Love me so well Corydon that it makes you sick Poor man why do you Love me so much then cannot you forbear Corydon Yes I can forbear to live but not to love Death will be a Welcome Guest to my discontented mind Celia Oh Corydon why do you talk of death the very name of death affrightens me prithee tell me Corydon does love and death keep company together Corydon No Celia Life and Love are companions together and death associates himself with disdain Do you not know I love you Celia Celia Why what if you do love me what then I won't kill you I hope every body loves me I am sure my Father and Mother does and what must I kill them too God forbid Corydon Ah Celia thy pretty innocence does make me smile I had thought thou hadst been more crafty and by consequence more cruel till now I hear thy answers but tell me Celia doest thou love me my sweetest Celia Yes indeed do I Corydon and have done ever since you and I played together in our Church-Yard Corydon That 's my good Girle come and kiss me Celia Celia Well are you satisfied now I hope you will not say I am cruel now will ye Corydon Corydon No no my pretty Love thou art kind to me now come and let me kiss thee again Celia No indeed but you must not Corydon Why didst not thou like the last kiss I gave thee Celia Celia Yes I lik'd it well enough Corydon but my Mother always charged me that I should not suffer any man to kiss me Corydon Did thy Mother never talke of me Celia Celia Yes very often Corydon and I told her how you talk'd of love to me a great while ago but I knew not what you meant by it nor don 't yet but my Mother charged me not to come into your company nor suffer you so much as to touch me and told me that I must not hear you when you talk of Love for I must love no body but my Father and Mother Corydon Why surely she did not tell thee so did she Celia Celia Yes indeed she did Corydon and a great deal more than that but I shall not name it Corydon Yes prithee do Celia let me hear what 't was she said to thee Celia No indeed you shall not 't was something she bid me not to let you do but what it was I will not name for all the world Corydon No more thou shalt not Celia for I guess it already and that 's enough for me Celia Well if you do you do I don't much care but I vow you make me blush Corydon Blush not my Celia for I will not name it come sit thee down my
Celia upon this green bank and now we have an opportunity let us make use of it in discoursing of matters of Love Celia I know not what you mean Corydon but I will sit down a little while with you for I cannot stay my Mother charged me not to stay too long Corydon Why thy Mother does not know that I am with thee Celia No indeed I think not for if she did it would be a wee day with me for she cannot abide you because you talk of Love to me Corydon Well but I hope thou wilt love me ne're theless for that wilt thou Celia I am sure I love thee well Celia No indeed I love you well enough and methinks better now then ever I did before Corydon I thank thee Celia but I have other questions to ask thee concerning love Celia What are they Corydon prithee be not too tedious for I cannot tarry too long you know my Mother will chide me Corydon Thou sayest thou lovest me Celia but how well Celia Why a great deal is not that enough Corydon Well but do'st thou love me well enough to be my Wife and to be married to me Celia Why how must I be married to you Corydon Corydon Why we must go to Church together and the Minister after some Prayers said joynes our hands together and then we are Man and Wife why did'st thou never see any married yet Celia No not I never in all my life but what must we do after marriage Corydon prithee tell me Corydon Why that very night we must go to bed together and lie together so long as we live Gelia Oh strange why then I must not marry with you for that was the only thing that my Mother charged me to have a care of and not to lye with you nor any other man in the whole World and I dare not do it if you would give me six pence No no I must have a care of that for I know what I know Corydon Why what doest thou mean my Love when we are married I will get thee brave Boys and Girles of thy own Child what do'st thou think of that Celia Oh fie oh fie now you have named it all that my Mother has forewarned me against how dare you name such words sure God wo'nt bless you Corydon My Mother told me that God would not bless me if I did but think of such things much less dare to act them Corydon That is to say before Marriage Celia you ought not to act such things but marriage makes it lawful with your own husband and not onely lawful but honourable it is to be a Mother of Children Celia Say you so Corydon but my Mother will never yield to this I am sure on 't Corydon Well but thy Mother will have nothing to do with thee after we are married thou art at thy husbands disposing then no bodies else Celia Well I 'le go home and tell my Mother what you say and see whether she will give her consent that I should do all these things with you as you have named or no. Corydon No no my sweetest Celia by no means do not acquaint her with it yet Celia Why so Corydon Because you know that she does not affect me so well as I do you and therefore you and I must never marry nor ever meet again if you tell her of any thing that I have said to you Celia Why what would you have me do then Corydon Corydon Why do'st thou love me well enough to be my Wise Celia Yes truely Corydon you have almost perswaded me too 't if my Mother was but willing Corydon Why then I 'le tell thee Celia we will marry first and I 'le warrant thee we will please her well enough afterward Celia Think you so Corydon Well but must I have Boys and Girles too what will she say to that Corydon Why what should she say my Dear she will rejoyce to see thee have Children which when they come to bigness will ask her blessing Celia Well but I shall be asham'd to have Children I vow I shall Corydon Corydon Prithee don't talk so childishly my Dear 't will be an honour to thee to have children Celia Well but how shall I do to get to bed to thee I 'le swear I shall not have the face to go to bed to a man Corydon Well well we will do well enough for that meet me here too morrow morning Celia and we will go and be married till then farewel Celia Nay but stay Corydon I can afford to stay a little while longer now to talk about having of children and going to bed after we are married Corydon Can'st thou indeed poor Rogue well I love thy innocence and too morrow at night thou shalt be satisfied in every thing that thou doest desire to know and with this sweet kiss at present I take my leave not willing to detain thee too long too day for fear thy Mothers Jealousie should arise and guess the truth of what we have design'd and so frustrate all our hopes and expectations by keeping thee a close Prisoner in her house and not suffer thee to stir abroad any whither not let me come to see thee therefore dearest Celia be careful and say not a word to her of what we have been talking of for if you do I am sure our loves for ever will be ruined Celia I 'le warrant thee Corydon she shall never know the least through me I can keep my own Counsel well enough and that she shall find to her anger and vexation Corydon 'T is a good Girle well fare thee well once again My Dearest Remember what you have to do too morrow Celia Adieu dear Corydon farewell my loving Shepherd Yes surely I shall not forget the time and place of meeting my Eyes no rest shall take this night my mind will be employed another way the thoughts of what I have to do too morrow will busie me enough 'twixt this and then A Virgin pure I 'le to the Temple go And there the Marriage Rites of Hymen know DIALOGUE III. A Discourse betwixt two Gentlemen as they were riding on the Road together Tiberius GOod morrow to you Sir Rowlandus A good morning to you Sir Tiberius How far do you ride in this Road Sir Rowland As far as I can Sir too day Tiberius That 's as much as to say as far as your Horse will carry you too day for possibly you may be capable of riding farther in a day than he is able to perform Rowland You say right Sir but I love my Horse too well to wrong him by over-riding him Tiberius You are the better Master Sir Rowland Yes and by consequence he the better Horse Sir Tiberius All this I must confess Sir but pray now let me know how far you ride Sir this way for I shall be more than a little glad of your good company if you will be pleased to accept of mine Rowland Sir Your company will be
Apprentice to our Trade I do not question that if you will be pleased to make a small enquiry amongst some of your Neighbours but that you may hear of an honest Boy that will be for my turn the usual rate which we commonly have is forty pounds and seven years service ours being a good Trade and not very laborious besides for our credits sake we must keep our Servants in no ordinary Apparel as some other small Trades do I leave it to your discretion to give such a Character of me as you shall think I deserve and none I think can give a better account of my Life and Conversation then your self you having known me from my childhood When you write to me direct your Letter to be left for me at the Windmill in St. John's street thus with my Love to your Wife and self I am Your ever-loving Friend T. R. The Countrey-man's kind Answer Loving Friend I Am glad to hear that you are settled in the world and according to your desire I have made a diligent enquiry for a boy to serve you as an Apprentice and now at last I have heard of one that I hope may be for your turn he comes of very honest Parentage and seems to be a sober Lad his Father hath brought him up to Learning all his time insomuch that he is reckoned a very good Scholar of his Age he is sixteen years old and pretty well grown but all that they scruple at is about the Money they like the Trade well enough but are not very willing to give forty pounds with him however they are resolved upon that good Character that I have given you that the Boy shall come up next Week and be a while with you upon Tryal and afterwards if the Boy like you and the Trade and you approve of him I do not much question but they will agree with you upon those terms which you have proposed no more at present but wishing you prosperity I am Yours in all friendly kindnesses S. D. A Letter of advice for health Kind and loving Friend I Am very well satisfied that you are seldom well in health whilst you live in London and if I may be a competent Judge I suppose I know the grounds and reasons of your sickness which are twofold in the first place I imagine that the City Air is not agreeable to your constitution and not only with you but it is disagreeable to thousands more and especially to those that are not naturaliz'd in it and bred up there it choaks them up Another reason is that because you have but little or no employment you are forced to be continually in company which draws you to drinking either at the Tavern or the Ale-house by reason whereof you loose your Stomach that you seldom have an Appetite to cat which much disorders your body therefore let me advise you for your healths sake to betake your self to a Countrey Life you know you may be welcome to me at all times who am A well-wisher to you upon all accounts S. F. The Gentleman's Answer Most dear and loving Friend I Must censess that you have always been so generous and obliging to me that now it remains on my behalf to study some way to gratifie all those unmerited favours which I have received from you and your good Wife and truly I am apt to think that you like a skilful Doctor have found out the principal causes of all my grievances and have prescribed a most safe and courteous remedy for my cure and should I refuse to make use of your kind and free prosser I should be found injurious to my self and basely ungrateful to so good a Friend therefore so soon as I have dispatcht some small concerns here in Town and taken leave of my Friends you may expect me in the Countrey let me beg the favour of you to send me up a Horse for I cannot endure to ride in the Coach thus with my hamble service to your self and second self I am Your most obliged Servant F. S. A Letter to his Friend in praise of his Mistress Honest School-fellow LOng time have I rambled about this vain World and have visited most of those Nations and Islands to which our Merchants traffick and the chiefest of my business hath been to find out a Woman that I could like well enough to make her my Wife to tell you a long Narration of my Travels and of the dangerous Voyages I have undergone where I have seen grim death come tumbling to me in a monstrous Wave ready to devour me in a moment or if I should tell you of a thousand more difficulties which I have escaped 't would fill a Ream of Paper instead of one sheet therefore omitting all those dolesome Histories for brevities sake though had I a convenient time they would be worth repeating I shall only proceed to tell you that at length I have obtained a Mistress one that I intend to marry and make my Wife and now I will begin to make a description of her beauties She is a Woman and a fair one too and so fair she is that all that ever saw her admire her beauty her Features in her Face are so excellent that should the best of Painters strive to draw them out to the life he would wrong her beauty much for all his Art could never form so rare a Creature her Cheeks with red and white so neatly deckt that you would think the Lilly and the Rose did strive in them which should have the Victory till at length they both being conquerours conjoyn together and center there to make one perfect beauty Her eyes like two refulgent Diamonds are placed above to cast a splendant lustre on her sweet comely face Her Coral Lips that close her pretty Mouth are of an equal size neither too thick nor yet too thin Her Teeth more White then is the Ivory like to two Rows of inestimable Pearl stand in a decent order in her Mouth none striving for preheminence above their fellows Her Hair which on this Globe of Wisdom grows more White then is the best of Flax by far and softer then the unwrought Silk that comes from the Bowels of the labouring Silk-worm like to the smallest threds of Silver hangs two handfulls down below her slender Wast Her Neck an Ivory Pillar is on which this Globe doth stand but whiter is by far her Arms two branches are which do proceed forth from the bottom of her Neck for to defend and keep secure that curious piece her Face Her Breasts like to two little Hills are placed on either side of a most fruitful Valley Her Belly round and smooth but not too big and underneath oh there dear Jack oh there the place of pleasure grows but hold rude Pen forbear to nominate or once to mention any more of that for fear great Jove should be my Rival too and on his Ganymede come hovering down and take away my Jewel
and this small Token which I have sent you which is a Barrel of Oysters I heartily recommend you to the protection of the Almighty who is the only keeper and preserver of all Men and all things I take my leave presuming to write my self Yours to serve you by night or day W. W. The Sommerset-shire Man's clownish Answer in their own Countrey Language Zir I Received a piece of Paper from you which I think Volks call a Letter but when I pulled it open I am zure I could not tell wone letter in it I gave it to wone of our Neighbours that is to zay wone of our Town that is to zay wone that dwells within two or three doors of our door a little thick way and he being a better Scholard than my present zelf made hard shift to pick out the words but the Devil a bit of zense can I vind in it you talk of obliging and vavours in my Conscience Zir you be not like me wont jot nor do I vavour you at all you also talk of gratitude and merits I 'le zwear I do not know what to make of your Lingua my Neighbour tells me that it is Latin and I wonder that you would write Latin to me you know I cannot stand under it and in truth you shall be no zervant of mine I will have no zuch zervants as for your writing our Volks put it in the Virt and vor those shells you zent I know not how you call them I een mended our do or with them and zo I thank you vor em when you come again you shall be welcome to your old Friend Dick Downright A loving Letter sent to a Gentle-woman Madam IN what a multitude of sorrows I am involved since you went out of Town no Tongue is able to express nor Pen to write Had you commanded me with open breast to have stood before you whilst you had took my own Sword and had pierced my now bleeding heart I could then more willingly have suffered a death by your hand then thus long to undergo a continual torment for want of your good company Ah Madam you know my Heart is with you how can you be so cruel to make me heartless live thus long without you can you forget those pleasant Evening hours which we together spent beguiling time which gently slid away the silent night not daring to disturb our harmless mirth and innocent delight whilst on my knees you sate my loving Arms did circle round and gently grasp your small and tender body you sometimes would ravish all my sences with a Song whilst I amazed at your warbling Notes charmed to a silence and gaz'd upon your powerful sparkling eyes whose double lustre would pierce a heart more hard and more obdurate then is the Adamant Then Madam then stealing of a kiss was not content but rob'd you still of more I kist so long that I at length perceiv'd my self to be the looser for all that time my heart and soul departed from my breast and vow'd they would possess a nobler Room then into your sweet bosom both did fly and begg'd an entertainment which you gave and seem'd to cherish them with warm desire I was content and was glad they had made choice of you to he their Guandian provided I might be a visitant to come and see they no disorders bred within your quiet breast But now alas dear Madam you have left me comfortless I am left to sigh and and breath my passion out unto the open Air without redress and cannot comfort find till you return Then Madam on my knees I beg return and give me ease unless you do intend to be my death by staving longer from me thus to the powers above I do commit you desiring you to pity him who is Your languishing Lover R. T. The Gentle-womans kind Answer My sweet Soul LEt not your passion over-much disturb your rest and quiet sleep secure and know that I an equal sharer of your grief do sigh and mourn in private all alone not daring to disclose my unknowne waes unto the open Air far fear some blast should whisp 〈◊〉 this my discontent I am therefore forc'd to bide my mistries and for a time conceal my Inward pain 〈◊〉 then undergo the angry sâ—owns of an unkind Father whom I fear would count my loving you a disobedience My study is to run a safer course and by degrees to penetrate the Breast of my indulgent Mother telling her the noble love which I bear in my bâ—som is placed on you and none but you alone shall make her Daughters Bride then on my knees I 'le beg of her to mollifie the fury of my too rigurous Father who hath forgot since be first trod the paths of youthful love My hopes are still that she will moderate his strict severity and make him yeild to gratifie our loves by his good will and make us ever happy with his blessing who knows but these my hopes may take effect My Mother loves me with a tender love and when she sees my resolution fixt to marry you and with no other Man I know she 'l never rest till she overcome my Father with entreaties to be kind Then will our meeting be again with joy But if at last my expectations sail and that my Father will not give consent we should enjoy each other yet be sure I 'le never leave my Dear until cold Death shall seize my body and from thence divide my Heart and Soul which are not in his power them I 'le bequeath to thee my dearest Love for they indeed already are thy own I know I have thy loving Heart and Soul within my Breast where they shall safely dwell My Father's cruelties shall not molest their happy being neither will I long detain them at this distance from my Love For let my aged Parents frown or smile within this Month I 'le fly into thy Arms and never part till floods of joyful tears have washt away all sorrows from our hearts and hands that nought but Death shalt part us In true constancy I remain thine alone S. V. A Letter from a Gentle-woman to her Husband who had buried her Child in the Country Loving Husband I Must now acquaint you with sorrowful and I suppose unexpected news if tears and sighs of a broken hearted Wife will give me leave to write to you which is that cruel death who favours neither infancy youth nor old Age has deprived us of our pretty sweet boy which was the only joy and comfort of our lives and truly grief has almost done its worst with me for I bewailing of this our great loss am brought so low that I think I shall scarce recover my self to be able ever more to come again and see thee his sickness held him but three days before he died else I had sent you word but now it is too late for we shall never see him more I borrowed Money of my Landlady where I am
my faults then I can have the considence to ask your pardon pray Sir be therefore satisfied in my protestations that I not only love but also honour you I shall endeavour so to use my time to the best advantage of my future good that you my aged Parents may have joy and comfort at all times when ever you see my face Learning I know is a most precious Jewel not to be obtained without a careful study and industry my diligence shall therefore be to the utmost of my power to acquire to my self so rich a gem which is of that great value You know that none shall ever reap the profit of your Learning but your self therefore my child seek it and thou shalt have it I am glad to hear that you are merry for it is a sign that you are in health but let me advise you Child to have a care that Vanity take not up too much Room in your mind and heart supplying that place which should contain profounder knowledge stealing away your thoughts from following better things I always Sir do consult with reason in my affairs before I pitch upon any design therefore after I have had some small time to deliberate my thoughts I shall be ready and willing to give you my opinion and best judgement in this matter Love is a thing that I never yet studied therefore you tell me strange news about it but I will consider on 't and if I find I can love any Man it shall be you as soon as any body I know of But since our Parents angry are and will not give their consents that we should marry together I am resolved if you will agree to appoint a time when privately we may make our selves happy though against their wills 'T is true I love and that you know full well but willingly would have our Friend 's good will yet since you are resolved to take me at a venture name but the time and I will surely meet you for I had rather offend all my friends then in the least to prove unkind or fickle to thee my dearest Love and only joy Admire not that I appear to be somewhat strange to your propositions for I know that you have ever been unconstant therefore I shall be careful how I settle my affections on a sudden Stoop not so low as once to condescend to act such folly for ruine will attend all those that without consideration match themselves to such extravagancy I heartily could wish the time were come that both our hearts and hands might be united I willingly would run a lawful course yet hardly can indure to stay so long why should I be delayed from that sweet enjoyment which every night I dream on without redress 't is real pleasure that I want my dear Conclusions and endings of Letters of all sorts and upon all occasions THus do I take my leave and submit my self to your Lordships pleasure who am The humblest of your Scrvitors A. B. I never thought my self more happy then when I was busie in prosecuting your Worship's just commands therefore let me beg of you to harbour no ill opinion of him who is The only admirer of your Worship's virtues B. C. Thus honoured Sir do I commit my self to your just censure knowing that you will be favourable to Your distressed Servant C. D. Much might be added worthy Sir upon this same business but time will not give me leave any longer to insist thereon I therefore at this time shall conclude and only acknowledge that I am and ever will be to my death Your faithful Friend and most humble Servant D. E. But lest I should seem troublesome in being too tedious in this my Letter I shall only add this to my former acknowledgements that I am Your most obliged and most faithful Servant E. F. Consider well on what I have writ you word of and meditate on it at your leisure which is all from Your affectionate Father F. G. What ever you have writ to me shall so deeply be lodged in my breast that nothing but death shall take it from thence which I hope will be a satisfaction to you from Sir Your dutiful Son G. H. My dearest-Soul blame me not for my suspition and jealousie of thy unconstancy but rather pardon it for it proceeds from the abundance of love of him who is The only adorer of thy beauty H. I. And if your suspition Sir be grounded out of your own imagination and all without cause I shall not desire that you should adore me but imploy your time in learning to be wiser and that is all from her who is Yours more then you deserve I. K. But to sum up all complements in one Line I am Sir Yours till death in death and after death K. L. Now since your folly I have pretty well discovered I think it is time to leave off at this time only telling you that I am Your Friend more than you are your own L. M. Therefore Sir let me desire you not to question my fidelity in this concern but rely wholly upon Your most faithful Friend M. N. Ah Madam what shall I say more that might move you to compassion a thousand Sheets of Paper would be too little to contain the full description of my sorrows which night and day I do undergo for want of the enjoyment of your Love 't is nothing else I ask dear Madam but one smile from your sweet self which if you would but grant it would revive Your languishing and disconsolate Lover N. O. That which you ask dear Sir I out of pitty grant for it never shall be said that I should so disturb so likely and so hopeful a Gentleman as your self in denying him so small a request when next you please to see me again I 'le meet you with a smile and if that won't do I 'le smile again and so continue till you shall be satisfied then I hope you will be pleased with her who is Your compassionate and most loving Friend M. P. And Joan I now have only this to tell thee that in good truth I love thee dearly who am called by the name of Robin Hog And that I may end my Letter just as you have done Robin I must tell you that I love you as well as you love me which I had almost forgot but I think such good words do never come too late this is all from her who is thine and honestly known by my proper name being my Mothers name who was born before me Joan Sow Superscriptions for Letters suitable for all Degrees and Qualities of Men and Women TO the most High and Mighty Monarch His sacred Majesty of Great Brittain Or thus To the most Gracious and Victorious Monarch Caesar Augustus Salutem Nobility To the most Illustrious Prince To his Royal Highness James Duke of York But to other Dukes thus To the most Renowned Duke To the Right Honourable Earl of c. To the
Honourable Lord. Gentry To the Right Worshipful R. T. Knight Baronet To the Worshipful R. T. Knight To the Worshipful Esquire To the most Impartial and upright Judges To the most wise and most discreet States-man To the most pious most grave and most religious Clergy-man To Professors of Liberal Arts and Sciences To the most Eloquent and most florid Rhetorician To the most Skilful most Learned and approved Physician To the most crafty and most subtle Logician To Poets thus To the Muses best adorers Or thus To the Laureated Society To Lawyers thus To the most skilful and most Impartial Friend c. To the most skilful and most aiery Musician To his worthy and noble and highly esteemed Patron To Kindred and Relations To his Honoured and Welbeloved Father H. P. To his dear and tender Mother To his most affectionate Brother or Sister To his dearly beloved Wise To her dearly beloved Husband To his loving Unkle To the honourable Colonel To the couragious and most valiant Captain To Lovers To the Life of my Soul Mrs. A. B. To the Mistress of my best thoughts E. C. To the fair hands of the Honoured Lady To the fair hands of the Honoured Lady Madam R. S. To the fulness of my true contentment Mistress S. L. To the hope of my Fortunes Mrs. J. P. To my best choice Mrs. P. P. To the only joy of my heart Mrs. D. D. To my Heaven upon Earth Mrs. J. F. To the fairest and most Angelical Beauty in the whole Universe Mrs. R. T. To the adored and most venerable demi-goddess Madam J. K. To ordinary Friends and Acquaintance These to his loving and much esteemed Friend Mr. A. B. These to his true and trusty Friend Mr. B. C. To his honourable Friend Mr. C. D. To her newly displeased Friend Mr. D. E. To her best resolved Friend Mr. E. F. To her well advised Friend Mr. F. G. To his loving and long expected Friend Mr. G. H. To her most disquieted Friend Mr. H. I. To his respected Friend Mr. J. K. To his approved Friend Mrs. K. L. To her most worthy Friend Mrs. L. M. To his well experienced and most esteemed noble Friend Mr. M. N. To his well disposed Friend N. O. To his much disordered Friend O. P. To his unkind and ill advised Friend P. Q. To his perjur'd and lascivious Wife R. S. at her Lodgings in Moor-fields To the jealous Pimp and Cuckold my Husband S. S. at his Lodgings in Whetstones-Park To his suddenly displeased Friend Mr. S. T. To her worthy Friend Mr. T. T. adventurer in Barbadoes To his true and trusty Friend Mr. V. W. Factor in Jamaica Doctor in Divinity To the most pious and most Learned Doctor W. A. Doctor in Physick To the most eminent and most skilful Doctor A. B. To a Bishop To the most Holy most Learned most Benevolent and most Reverend Father in God John Lord Bishop of c. To Mrs. Twattle you may easily find the house For she at Mr. Woodcock 's does carouse Posies for Rings or Motto's fit for Presents I Love you well Your self can tell Let Virtue guide My lawful Bride Sure you mistake That bargain 's to make My tender heart Disdain makes smart My Love Shall ever faithful prove I moan Because I lie alone Absence ne're parts Two loving hearts This and the giver Are thine for ever I vow to kiss Her that reads this The Love I owe In this I show No Turtle Dove Shall shew more Love As I affect thee So respect me The gift is small But Love is all When this you see Remember me This to a Friend I freely send Well directed If well accepted I 'le not express What you may guess When this you see Think well of me Virtue and Love Are from above More near to me Then Life can be Though Friends cross Love We 'll meet above 'T is Love alone Makes two but one You and I Will Lovers die I seek to be Both thine and thee I am sure to die If you deny In thee each part Doth catch a heart My true Love is Endless as this When Cupid fails The eye prevails Your blest sight Is my delight I wish to have But blush to crave I wish you knew What I owe you My constant Love Shall ne're remove Take this in part Of my true heart For one sweet kiss I give you this Nothing for thee Too dear can be Desire like fire Doth still aspire In troth you know It must be so My Love you know Then say not no. If you this foregoe You are my foe I love thee Jone And thee alone I love thee John Therefore come on My mind is bent And I am content I 'le venture Till I find Love's center I was an Ass Should I let you pass In midst of grief Love sends relief Where Hearts agree No strife can be I joy to find A constant mind Love never dies Where Virtue lies Love's delight Is to unite Let Friend nor Foe This secret know I must confess Love goes by guess The nigher kin The further in What I have done Declare to none My name is Harry And Doll I 'le marry Come when you will I am yours still I 'le take my Oath To part I 'm loath I 'le swear and vow That I love you I hope to meet Some kisses sweet Though this be small You shall have all When I am well Have at thee Nell I hope your mind's To Love inclin'd Forgive Or else I cannot live You 'l ever find Me very kind I am full of Love Towards you my Dove I this present With good intent What more I owe You 'l shortly know True Friends By Love are made amends Cupid's command Who can withstand Think well of me When this you see When you see this Blow me a kiss My only joy Be not so coy I love till death Shall stop my breath Unto the end I 'le be your Friend A COLLECTION OF THE Nevvest Songs AND MERRY CATCHES WHICH Are now sung either at Court or Theatres SONG I. WHy should so much beauty fear Round this Isle the Heavens appear Like your own streams undisturb'd and clear Those beauteous Nymphs unfrightned too Not minding what another shews they do Their innocent delight pursue Why should so much beauty dye Or so sweet a Soul deny The delights of those keep company But whilst 't is fresh and blossoming Ne're make delays in any thing But grant those joys most pleasure bring Your sweet smiles and dimple cheek Fatal are to all they meet And lay them prostrute at your feet Then dear Nymph for once be kind Let sighs and skricks be left behind Whilst innocent our sport we find SONG II. NOw that the cold Winter 's expell'd by the Sun And the Fields that did pennance in Snow Have put Madam Natures gay Livery on Embroyder'd with flowers to make a fine show Since the Hills and the Valleys with pleasure abound Let Mortals bear a part and
than they are VVhose dignity works their ruine He that well the bowl rears Can baffle his cares And a fig for Death or undoing SONG XXVIII VVHen I see the young Men play Young methinks I am as they And my aged thoughts laid by To the dance with joy I fly Come a flowry Chaplet lend me Youth and merry thoughts attend me Age be gone we 'le dance among Those that young are and be young Bring some wine boy fill about You shal see the old Man's stout VVho can laugh and tipple too And be mad as well as you A Tavern Song XXIX COme drink off your Liquor 'T wil make you the quicker For Rhimes Songs Conceits or for Ballads Be the Wine red or yellow The cups deep or shallow There 's nought comes amiss to our Pallats Chorus Then come drink away Be it night or be it day The time shall be told as it passes The true Hour we shall know By the Ebb and the Flow Of the jolly quart Pots and the Glasses It stands us upon To change our Helicon For Spring it was nothing but Water But hence springs a fire That will quicken and inspire And tickle our senses with laughter Chorus Then come drink away Be it night or be it day The time shall be told as it passes The true hour we do know By the Ebb and the Flow Of the jolly quart Pots and the Glasses SONG XXX DIngenes was merry in his Tub And so let us be in our Club 'T is mirth that fills our brains with blood More then either Sleep Wine or Food Let each Man keep his heart at ease No Man e're dy'd of that Disease 'T wil always keep thy body in health Then value it above thy Wealth 'T is sadness and grief that doth bring Diseases in Autumn and in the Spring Then welcome harmless Mirth let 's say For the more we laugh the more we may On a dead Horse an Epitaph SONG XXXI HEre lies not in but on Earth's Womb An Horse expos'd without a Tomb No winding-sheet nor his own skin Nor laid by any of his Kin. Yet was no Jade Death had a race And took him for a sprightly pace Now see his Funeral Exequies Th' Ravens in Black do solemnize Unto the Skies they him exalt Being Sepulchred in Airy Vault In living Tombs he thus out-prides MECHA and Aegypt Pyramides Change now his Epitaph say not here lies A Horse but rather here he flies Mourn not his Fate my Friends since thus The Horse is now transform'd to Pegasus SONG XXXII VVHere the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslip Bell I lye There I couch when Owls do cry On the Batt's back I do fly After Summer merrily Merrily merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the Bough Anger SONG XXXIII A Curse upon thee for a slave Art thou here and heard'st me rave Fly not sparkles from mine eye To shew my indignation nigh Am I not all Foam and Fire With voice as hoarse as a Town Cryer How my back opes and shuts together With fury as old Men's with Weather Could'st thou not hear my Teeth knack hither Thou nasty scurvy mungril toad Mischief on thee light upon thee All the Plagues that can confound thee Or did ever reign abroad Better a thousand lives it cost Then have brave Anger spilt or lost SONG XXXIV THe Pot and the Pipe The Cup and the Can Have undone quite undone Many a Man The Hawk and the Hound The Dice and the Whore Have undone quite undone Twice as many more A Scotch Song XXXV I W'o not go to 't I mun not go to 't For Love nor eer for Fee For I am a Maid and will be a Maid And a good one till I d ee Yet mine intent I could repent For one Man's company SONG XXXVI 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 's in her fits He may cherish his Wits With singing hey down derry He that weds a roaring Girl That will both scratch and fight Though he study all day To make her away He 'l be glad to please her at night And he that copes with a sullen Wench That scarce will speak at all Her doggedness more Then a Scold or a Whore Will penetrate his Gall. He that 's matcht 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 SONG XXXVII YOu Lovers love on Lest the World be undone And Mankind be lost by degrees For if all from their Loves Should go wander in Groves There soon would be nothing but Trees SONG XXXVIII WOman who is by nature wild Dull bearded Man incloses Of Nature's freedom we 're beguild By Laws which Man imposes Who still himself continues free Yet we poor slaves must fetter'd be Chorus A shame on the Curst Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature So gay a thing was ne're design'd To be restrain'd from roving Heaven meant so changeable a mind Should have its change in loving By cunning we cou'd make men smart But they by strength o'recome our Art Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature How happy is the Village Maid Whom only Love can setter By foolish Honour ne're betray'd She serves a power much greater That lawful Prince the wisest rules Th' Usurper Honour rules but Fools Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature Let us resume our ancient right Make Man at distance wonder Though he victorious be in fight In Love we 'le keep him under War and Ambition hence be hurl'd Let Love and Women rule the World Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature SONG XXXIX STay shut not the Gate T'other quart 't is not so late As your thinking The Stars which you see In the Hemisphere be Are but Studs in our cheeks by good drinking The Sun 's gone to tipple all night in the Sea Boys To morrow he ' blush that he 's paler then we Boys Drink Wine give him Water 't is Sack makes us the Boys Fill up the Glass To the next merry Lad let it pass Come away with 't Let 's set Foot to Foot And give our minds to 't 'T is Heretical Sects that do slay wit Then hang up good faces let
thing Who once was invested in purple clothing Stands for a Cypher and that stands for nothing If King-killers bold are excluded from bliss Old Bradshaw that feels the reward on 't e're this Had better been nothing then what now he is Blind Colonel Hewson that lately did crawl To a lofty degree from a low Cobler's stall Did bring all to nothing when Awl came to Awl Your Gallant that Rants it in delicate clothing Though lately he was but a pitiful low thing Pays Landlord Draper and Taylor with nothing The nimble tongu'd Lawyer that pleads for his pay When Death doth arrest him and bear him away At the general Bar will have nothing to say Whores that in Silk were by Gallants embrac'd By a rabble of Prentices lately were chas'd Their courting and sporting comes to nothing at last If any Man tax me with weakness of Wit And say that on nothing I nothing have Writ I shall answer Ex nihilo nihil fit Yet let his discretion be never so tall This very word nothing shall give it a fall For writing of nothing I comprehend all Let every Man give the Poet his due ' Cause then 't was with him as now it 's with you He studied it when he had nothing to do This very word nothing if took the right way May prove advantageous for what would you say If the Vint'ner should cry there 's nothing to pay SONG LIV. Cupid once was weary grown With Womens errands laid him down On a refreshing Rosie Bed The same sweet Covert harboured A Bee and as she always had Aquarrel with Loves idle Lad Stings the soft Boy Pains and Fears Straight melts him into Cryes and Tears As Wings and Feet would let each other Home he hastens to his Mother Then on her knees he hangs his head And cryes Oh Mother I am dead An ugly Snake they call a Bee Oh see it swells has murder'd me Venus with smiles replies O Sir Does a Bees sting make all this stir Think what pains then attend those Darts Wherewith thou still art wounding hearts E'n let it smart may chance that then Thou 'lt learn more pitty towards Men. Philomel and Charon SONG LV. Phil. CHaron Oh gentle Charon let me wooe thee By tears and pitty now to come unto me Char. What voice so sweet and charming do I hear Speak what thou art Phil. I prithee first draw near Char. A sound I hear but nothing yet can see Speak what thou art Phil. Oh Charon pity me I am a Bird and though no name I tell My Warbling Note will say I am Philomel Char. What 's that to me I waft no Fish nor Fowls Nor Beasts nor Birds but only humane Souls Phil. Alas for me Char. Shame on thy witching Note That made me thus hoise Sail and bring my Boat But I 'le return what mischief brought thee hither Phil. A deal of Love and much much grief together Char. If this be all I am gone Phil. For Love I pray thee Char. Talk not of love all pray but few Souls pay me Phil. I 'le give thee sighs and tears Char. Will tears and sighs pay scores For patching Sails for mending Boats and Oars Phil. I 'le beg a penny and I 'le sing so long Till thou shalt say I have paid thee with a Song Char. Why then begin Phil. And all the while we make Our slothful passage o're the Stygian Lake Thou and I 'le sing to make these dull shades merry Which else with tears would doubtless drown our Ferry SONG LVI WHat an Ass is he That waits on a Womans leisure For a minutes pleasure And yet perhaps may be Gull'd at last and lose her What an Ass is he Shall I sigh and die Cause a Maid denies me And that she may try Suffer patiently Oh no Fate shall tye me To such cruelty Love is all my Life For it keeps me doing Yet my Love and Wooing Is not for a Wife It is good eschewing Warring care and strife What need I to care For a Womans favour If another have her Why should I despair When for Gold and labour I can have my share If I fancy one And that one do love me Yet deny to prove me Farewel I am gone She can never move me Farewel I am gone If I chance to see One that 's brown I love her Till I see another That 's more brown than she For I am a Lovet Of my Liberty Every day I change And at once love many Yet not ty'd to any For I love to range And if one shou'd stay me I should think it strange What if she be old So that she have riches Youth and Form bewitches But it is store of Gold Cures lascivious Itches So the Criticks hold SONG LVII I Know more then Apollo For whilst that he was sleeping I saw the Stars At mortal Jars And watry Neptune weeping I saw fierce Mars contending With his bright fiery Face Saturn likewise Threat'ning the Skies Cariering with a Grace Venus with all her Train Of Heavenly Nymphs was dancing Revelling all night They vanish'd quite And Pegasus left prancing Sol hid himself and Phoebe Pluckt in her Horns for fear And Jove did fly Through the Gallery But his Messenger did swear Astronomers from hence Might Britains State pourtray Our Sun 's a sleep Let England weep Impiety bears sway Meteors not Stars Eclipse Our Hemisphere I think If they be crown'd The World turns round We 're all undone let 's drink SONG LVIII HOld back thy Hours dark night till we have done The day will come too soon Young Maids will curse thee if thou steal'st away And leav'st their blushes open to the day Stay stay and hide The blushes of the Bride Stay Gentle night and with thy darkness cover The kisses of my Lover Stay and confound her Tears and her shrill cryings Her weak denyals vow and often dyings Stay and hide all But help not though she call SONG LIX COurtier if thou need'st wilt Wive From this Lesson learn to thrive If to match it be thy Fate Let her surpass in Birth and State Let her curious garments be Twice above thine own degree This will draw great eyes upon her Gain her Servants and thee Honour SONG LX. POor Citizen if thou wilt be A happy Husband learn of me To set thy Wife first in thy Shop A fait kind sweet Wife sets a poor Man up What though thy shelves be ne're so bare A Woman still is currant Ware Each Man will cheapen Foe and Friend But whilst thou art at th' other end What e're thou seest or what dost hear Fool have no eye to nor no Ear And after Supper for her sake When thou hast fed snort though thou wake What though the Gallants call thee Mome Yet with thy Lanthorn light her home I am confident but will not tell Where such a Citizen doth dwell A Serenade SONG LXI THou joy of all hearts and delight of all eyes Natures chief and Beauties chief prize
's old And his blood is grown cold He weds a young Whore a Thief and a Scold Who spends all he has and is ever at strife And calls him old Cuckold though she be his Wife Which makes him complain But alas all in vain For no better content he is like to obtain Then sighing he cries oh the fault was my own For to pass by the pleasures I once might have known I may sit and repent But must be content Since now 't is too late what is past to prevent This happens to greedy Curmudgeons who spend Their youth to hoard up for their ruines i' th end SONG CXX THe World is grown mad and turn'd upside down And to all that have sence it it easily known Their Words and their Actions do daily declare How far from civility moved they are The custom of Wedlock some would turn out of door And argue 't is better to trade with a Whore What off-spring then may we expect for to meet When Men pick up Wenches they meet in the street For a groats worth of Brandy or Alebeing wild The silly young wanton is gotten with child Then with a great confidence swear to your face That they have best luck who are Bastards by race Thus do they proceed to the fourth generation The spurious issue of base reprobation Just Cat after kind like Father and Mother They take their debaucheries one from another Till Tyburn at last puts an end to their game For thither they are Carted together with shame Now those that are guilty I fain would advise To take my good counsel and learn to be wise You young Men wed Lasses of equal degree Then may you expect ever happy to be For those who live honest are blessings in store But curses for such as do Trade with a Whore A Wife that is honest virtuous and fair Is a Jewel whose worth is beyond all compare All day she 's a comfort and in bed a delight Her company 's pleasant by day and by night Your Children with joy you may ever behold They 'l honour you both if you live to be old But he that doth Company keep with a Whore Shall never be happy but ever be poor And for one Minutes pleasure if it be to be found The whole days delight in that minute is drown'd For she still will crave till no more thou canst give Thus with her in sorrow thou ever wilt live SONG CXXI HAppy is the Man that takes delight In banquetting the senses That drinks all day and then at night The heighth of joy commences With bottles Arm'd westand our ground Full bumpers crown our blisses We sing and roar the streets around In Serenading Misses Pleasures thus free and unconfin'd No drowsie crime reproaches No Heaven to a Frolick mind No pleasures like debauches Whilst rambling thus new joys we reap In charms of Love and drinking Insipid Fops lie drown'd in sleep And the Cuckold he lies thinking SONG CXXII HOw severe is Fate to break a Heart That never went a roving To torture it with endless smart For too much constant loving I bleed I bleed I melt away And I wash my watry pillow I range the Woods alone all day And I wrap me round in Willow SONG CXXIII HOw cruel is Fortune grown To turn all my hopes to despair From bliss I am headlong thrown And banisht the fight of my Dear Grant me some pity kind Heaven To my sorrows afford some relief Or let my poor Soul be given A Martyr unto my grief SONG CXXIV A Curse on impertinent Age The pleasures of youth to invade The cheats that have long been broke Have impudence still to Trade Awake my fair Celia betimes Before the sweet youth 's undone Come shew thy delights in a breast Will yield thee a thousand for one I 'le bring thee hot youth and love Come mingle thy fire with mine We 'll serve for the Stars above And make them asham'd for to shine Come down to my plentiful Feast Lie picking of Bones no more The scraps of a dish ill drest Or the leavings of many a Whore SONG CXXV POor Corydon thy flames remove I pity thee but cannot love Yet I find there is something in every Vein Which moves me to love could I meet with a Swain Were honest and kind Were loving and kind I could love him again SONG CXXVI NEver more will I protest To love a Woman but in jest For as they cannot be true So to give each Man his due When the wooing fit is past Their affections cannot last Therefore if I chance to meet With a Mistress fair and sweet She my favour shall obtain Loving her for Love again Thus much liberty I crave Not to be a constant slave For when we have try'd each other If she better like another Let her quickly change for me Then to change am I as free He or she that loves too long Sell their freedom for a Song SONG CXXVII AS Amoret with Phillis sate One Evening on the Plain And saw the charming Strephon wait 〈◊〉 tell the Nymph his pain 〈…〉 danger to remove She whisper'd in her Ear Ah Phillis if you cannot love The Shepherd do not hear The Shepherd do not hear None ever had so strange an Art His passion to convey Into a list'ning Virgins heart And steal her Soul away Fly fly betimes for fear you give Occasion to your Fate In vain quoth she in vain you strive Alas 't is now too late Alas 't is now too late SONG CXXVIII BEss black as Charcoal Was found in a dark hole With Kit at the Cat and 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 that he can His present well wishes to tender But 't was found at last E're a twelvemonth was past That Christopher Bess had o'remaster'd For her Belly betray'd her And so she down lay'd her And brought him a jolly brown Bastard SONG CXXIX AS Chloris full of harmless thought Beneath the Willows lay Kind Love a comely Shepherd brought To pass the time away She blusht to be encounter'd so And chid the amorous Swain But as she strove to rise and go He pull'd her down again A sudden passion seiz'd her heart In spight of her disdain She found a pulse in e'ry part And love in e'ry Vein Ah youth quoth she what charms are these That conquer and surprise Ah let me for unless you please I have no power to rise She faintly spoke and trembling lay For fear he should comply But Virgins Eyes their hearts betray And give their Tongues the lie Thus she who Princes had deny'd With all their pompous Train Was in the lucky minute try'd And yielded to a Swain SONG CXXX A Young Man lately in our Town He went to Bed one night He had no sooner laid him down But was
with sorrows and fears Then perishall Fops by sobriety dull'd While he that is merry reigns Prince of the world The quirks of the zealous of beauty and wit Though supported by power at last must submit For he that is sad Grows wretched or mad Whilst mirth like a Monarch doth sit It cherishes life in the old and the young And makes e'ry day to be happy and long SONG CLXII NO no thou all of red and white Thou hast not yet undone me quite For I have lost but half my heart Yet I confess the wound doth smart Then pretty Thief oh steal no more But let me keep one part in store Sure half 's too much for thee of mine Unless I had some share in thine Though thou art fair and thou art young And though thou hast a pretty Tongue And every word that thou dost say Might lead a Prince's heart astray Yet all those Traps will ne're catch me I must have kinder snares from thee 'Las thou shalt see I can retreat And not lie conquer'd at thy feet 'T is true if I did keep the Field At length I must be forc'd to yield Not like a Coward will I fly Nor like a fool will stay and die With half my heart I 'le march away Then t'other part not long will stay A heart divided knows no power Nor will submit above an hour Reproach me not though heretofore I only freedom did adore And brag that none though kind as fair The loss of it could half repair Since I now willingly do yield To Chleris beauty all the field With greater joys I do resign My freedom though thou e're keep'st thine And am resolv'd constant to prove Should her neglect transcend my Love Strange charms they are which make me burn Without the hopes of a return To see and not to be in Love A wonder like her self would prove Whose charms by Nature and by Art Do each of them deserve a heart For which my sorrows are not small I have but one to pay them all I must confess a while I strove With reason to resist my Love All Saints sometimes against death do pray Though it be to Heaven their only way 'T is only Chloris hath the skill To make me blest against my will Nor will I so much as endure To think unconstancy secure For were I to that sin so bent It sure would prove my punishment Her to adore I must confess N better then elsewhere success A TABLE Of all the SONGS Alphabetically composed A. A Dieu to the Pleasures and Follies of Love Page 4 A Wife I do hate Page 11 As I was sitting on the Grass Page 20 A Curse upon thee for a Slave Page 27 Augusta is enclin'd to fears Page 38 Ah fading Joy Page 57 A Curseo ' the Zealous and Ignorant crew Page 58 Adieu my Cordelia my dearest adieu Page 59 As I was walking on a May Morning Page 64 A Curse on Impertinent Age Page 112 As Amoret with Phillis sate Page 113 As Chloris full of harmless thought Page 115 A young Man lately in our Town Page 116 A Maid I dare not tell her Name Page 118 A Maiden fair I dare not wed Page 120 Arm Arm Arm the Scouts are all come in Page 123 Ah how unkind is the Nymph I adore Page 138 As sad Philothea lay melting in grief Page 141 Away with the causes of riches and cares Page 161 B. BE thou joyful I am jolly Page 11 Be jolly my friend Page 56 Beauty and Love once fell at odds Page 83 Bess black as Charcoal Page 114 C. COme away t'other Glass Page 13 Come drink off your Liquor Page 25 Cupid no God a wanton child Page 33 Come you Ladies of the night Page 39 Cupid once was weary grown Page 46 Charon O gentle Charon let me woo thee Page 47 Courtier if thou needs wilt Wive Page 51 Chloris when you disperse your influence Page 53 Cease Chloris cease to wonder why Page 57 Come my Daphne come away Page 79 Come all you Gallants that â—ive near the Court Page 96 Come come bonny boys Page 104 Chloris forbear a while Page 142 D. DIogenes was merry in his Tub Page 26 Did you not hear the hideous groans Page 73 Disputes daily arise and errours grow bolder Page 92 Do not ask me charming Phillis Page 133 F. FAir Clarinda I do owe Page 19 Farewel the dearest of my crimes Page 38 Fond Fables tell of old Page 41 G. GOd Cupid's for certain as foolish as blind Page 65 God Cupid for ever I defie thy poor Quiver Page 99 Great Love to thy Deity praises I 'le sing Page 105 H. HAng up Mars Page 23 Here lies not in but on Earth's Womb Page 26 He that marries a merry Lass Page 28 How happy 's the Pris'ner who conquers his Fate Page 34 Hold back thy hours dark night Page 51 How bonny and brisk how pleasant and sweet Page 61 Had Daphne Honour Wealth or Fame Page 93 Happy is the Man that takes delight Page 110 How severe is Fate to break a heart Page 111 How cruel is Fortune grown Page 111 How happy art thou and I Page 121 How quiet the Town is Page 129 How mighty are the charms of Woman kind Page 132 He 's a Phlegmatick Lover Page 134 How happy and free is the resolute Swain Page 138 I. IF Wealth would keep a Man alive Page 13 I always resolved to be free from her charms Page 18 I wo' not go to 't I mun not go to 't Page 28 I 'le sing you a Song that was never in Print Page 48 I know more then Apollo Page 49 I 'de have you quoth he Page 66 I never shall henceforth approve Page 69 In Caves full of Skulls and rotten old Bones Page 71 I charge thee Neptone as thou art just resign Page 84 I have heard your amorous Tone Page 101 I know more then Apollo Page 105 In Faith 't is true I am in Love Page 120 I found my Celia one night undrest Page 124 I courted a Lass my folly Page 142 L. LOng since Clarinda my passion did move Page 5 Let the Bowl pass free Page 17 Let Fortune and Phillis frown if they please Page 41 Loe behind a Scene of Seas Page 68 A Latin Song Page 103 A Latin Song Page 164 Laurinda who did love disdain Page 130 Loves soss deluding charms Page 130 M. MAke a noise pull it out Page 8 Make a Bed in the deep Page 15 My jolly good Friends who to mirth are enclin'd Page 125 My Muse denies to Apologize Page 135 My Gaffer and Gammer were fast in their Nest Page 139 N. NOw that the cold Winter 's expell'd by the Sun Page 2 Nymph and Shepherd come away Page 36 Nay let me alone Page 62 No I will sooner trust the Wind Page 82 No no 't is in vain Page 92 No Joys like to those of a new married Bride Page 93 Now drink iâ— all off Page 103 Never more will I
SONG CIX COme all you Gallants that live near the Court Unto the brisk Dames of the City resort There 's none of your Misses can show you such sport As we who for you do complain Some of our Husbands do live such dull lives So plunged in care and for Wealth so contrives That scarce one Night in ten lye close to their Wives Which makes us so much to complain Betimes in the Morning abroad they do run Leaving their Wives in their beds alone Not minding that business which should be first done Which makes us so much to complaio Though many have Dullards yet I have got one That keeps a young Miss who hath his heart won For she sucks the Marrow and I pick the Bone Which makes me full sore to complain Since so he disdains me a Miss for to keep Soon into the favour of Gallants I 'le creep Who shall the fore-room of Love's Treasury sweep And then let the Cuckold complain I 'le buy me new Towers lac'd Gowns of the best To the view of kind Lovers lay open my breast So by that they may know my mind to the rest And my languishing eyes shall complain I care not to tell you the place where I dwell But I go by the name of Bright Madam Bell Because I love Clappers that makes me sound well Of which I will never complain When I by my Art had learnt the right way With Gallants and Tradesmen to sport and to play I 'le tell you how many there came in one day And I had no cause to complain The first that attempted my Love for to win An old Gamester at Court long time he had been For he knew the right way to play at Inn and Inn Who made me leave off to complain When from me he went a Sword-man soon got A sight of my Face and if I 'd deny not He would venture a pass if he dy'd on the spot And I had no cause to complain As pritty an Archer as ever had been Made me stand for his Butt and thought it no sin Quite up to the Feathers to shoot his Dart in Then I had no cause to complain Another brave Archer a swaggering Spark Though the Curtains were draw'd and I lay i' th dark Yet he took such aim that he hit the right mark And of him I will never complain The next that approached was a Surgeon of Spain Who drew out-his Lancet to open my vein Which neatly he did and ne're put me to pain And I had no cause to complain A very rich Merchant gave me Jewels fine With many choice dainties and good store of Wine To let him once dig in my hidden Mine And of which I cannot complain My passionate Landlord would not be content Until he had gained his Tenants consent He had one minutes pleasure for fifty weeks Rent No Cuckold of that can complain A Gentleman came that did once live at Bow He out of my Shop vow'd never to go Until he had been in my Ware-house below And of which I could not complain A lusty stout Captain laid siege to my Fort For he knew by my looks I loved the sport And he had a Gun gave such a report That I could not at all complain The last was a Doctor well skill'd in the Law I enflam'd his blood which made him to draw But my young Man peep'd through the Key-hole and saw Which made me to fear he 'd complain When his Master next Morning was gone to the Strand For to make him amends I quickly began For I let him do as did the last Man Then vow'd he would never complain And now to conclude I bid you all adien For I never will yield to love above two The Master and Man which my business can do For more I will never complain SONG CX GOd Cupid for ever I desire thy poor Quiver And will never regard thy weak Bow Thy Arrows can't hit me Nor a Woman out-wit me I am free from that pitiful woe Since my Jenny proves false all her Sex I defie And I 'le riot with Bacchus all night And laugh at the power of thy blind Deity Full Glasses shall be my delight 'T is a great piece of folly For to live melancholy And with whining young Lovers complain If a Miss prove unkind I can alter my mind And another more loving obtain To a pievish young slut I will ne're be confin'd Whilst liberty I may enjoy No generous Mortal was ever design'd His freedom that way to destroy Then blest be the hour I was freed from the power Of Cupid that silly young Boy Yet I will not deny But sometimes by the by The short pleasures of Love I 'le enjoy That minutes delight being past I am gone And free from the Nymph and her charms Then happily meeting some other alone I pleasantly die in her Arms. Had Jenny been Loyal I had ne're had the Tryal Of any but she all my Life Full oft have I told her Which made her the bolder That I purpos'd to make her my Wife But she like a Wanton must needs be a Whore So eager and hot was her flame Which made me to swear I would love her no more But laugh at her folly and shame SONG CXI OH Caelia come tell me now Why you your own pleasures delay How oft have you heard me vow That I lov'd you both night and day You seemingly grant my desire Yet just at the push you 're unkind Which kindles an amorous fire And tortures a generous mind If that your love be such That will with my humour agree I know you will not grutch To venture your self with me You will me shall equally share The delights we together create Why should we then longer forbear Enjoyment oft happens too late Then may you wish in vain For what you do now refuse Then must you bear the pain Because you did reason abuse Take it then whilst you may The present time 's always the best What hinders but that this day With joys be ever blest Nature does now command To take our sweet delight How can you her withstand Who says it must be this night Love does affirm the same And reason doth make it appear To delay our sport is a shame What causeth you then to fear Come by this kiss you shall Nay prithee now be not coy By my life now or not at all We 'le try for to get a boy I by your Eyes can descry Though faintly you bid me forbear That you love it as well as I Therefore pritty Rogue forbear Calia's Answer SONG CXII I Have heard your amorous Tone And now I do understand If that you had me alone You 'd make me obey your command Those kindnesses which I do grant May make you expect I 'me a Whore Those favours treaster you 'll want For I 'le never be kind any more My Love to your person is such That it won't with your humour agree And I fear I
new Martyrdom prove And makes me grow jealous each hour But let her each minute torment my poor mind I had rather love Phillis though false and unkind Then ever be freed from her power Then ever be freed from her power SONG CXXXVII ARm arm arm arm the Scouts are all come in Keep your Ranks close and now your honours win Behold from yonder Hill the Foe appears Bows Bills Glaves Arrows Shields Swords Pikes and Spears Like a dark Wood he comes or Tempest pouring Oh view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scouring The Vant-guard marches bravely hark the Drums Dub dub They meet they meet and now the Battle comes See how the Arrows fly That darken all the Sky Hark how the Trumpets sound Hark how the Hills rebound Tara tara tara Hark how the Horses charge in boys in boys in Tara tara The Battle totters now the Wounds begin Oh how they cry oh how they die Room for the valiant Memnon arm'd with Thunder See how he breaks the Ranks asunder They fly they fly Eumenes has the chase And brave Polybius makes good his place To the Plains to the Woods To the Rocks to the Floods They fly for succour follow follow follow Hey hey Hark how the Souldiers hollow Brave Diocles is dead And all his Soldiers fled The Battles won and lost That many a Life hath cost SONG CXXXVIII I Found my Celia one night undrest A precious banquet for languishing Love The charming object a flame encreas'd Which never ah never till then I prov'd Her delicate Skin and Starry Eye Made me a secret bliss pursue But with her soft hand she put it by And cry'd fie Amintor ah what would you do Her words and blushes so fir'd my heart I pull'd her to me and clasp'd her round And though with cunning she play'd her part Yet fainter and fainter her threats I found But I least thought or least desir'd My Love a forbearance should allow A touch of her hand my heart inspir'd My passion was melted I know not how Which when fair Celia's quick eye perceiv'd And found by my dulness my passion decay Her fate she inwardly seem'd to grieve That fool'd her and cool'd her so basely away She sigh'd and look'd pale to see me dull And in her heart this Oath she swore She never again would slight an address Nor the critical minute refuse no more SONG CXXXIX The Country-man's Prophecy MY jolly good Friends who to mirth are enclin'd Give car and I 'le tell you a piece of my mind For what I declare you 'l find clear as the Sun When Covetousness out of England shall run When Men beget Women and Women get Men And Men they do bring forth Children agen When Coventry steeple cracks Nuts with its thumb Then Covetousness out of England will run When Hares sit i' th high way to pick a Man's purse And the Man in the Moon put his child out to nurse And when Shooing-horns learn to beat on a Drum Then Covetousness out of England will run When Bears they wear Breeches of Silver and gold And go to the Barbers for to be Poll'd And Monkeys do wait on them till they have done Then Covetousness out of England will run When a Conjurer's frighted to see a black Cock And wenching Gallants are afraid of the Smock When Coats Linsey Wolsey by Ladies are spun Then Covetousness out of England will run When the Church of St. Paul hath got Wings and Legs And upon London-stone doth fit and lay Eggs And when Capons and Cocks of that breed do come Then Covetousness out of England will run When old Men graft Pear-trees on Cedar-stocks And Owls at Noon-day do fly up in flocks When Cuckooes at Christmas amongst us do come Then Covetousness out of England will run When Taylors forget to throw Cabbage in Hell And shorten their Bills that all may be well When Horses can speak that have ever been dumb Then Covetousness out of England will run When Beggars marry Ladies and Women leave scolding And Neighbour to Neighbour shall not be beholding When Misers their Money lend out by the Tun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Lawyers are willing to plead without Fees And Pens Ink and Paper does grow upon Trees And all is well ended that e're was begun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Millers refuse any Tole for to take And those that have Agues don't shiver and shake When old Mother Damnable once doth turn Nun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Whetstone-Park Ladies live honest and chast And scorn by their Cullies for to be imbrac'd When Cooks do want Victuals as sure as a Gun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Poets build Alms-houses up for the Poor And the rich old Curmudgeons desire no more When Cripples at running great Wagers have won Then Covetousness out of England will run When Vint'ners and Tapsters ne're value their scores But freely give all Men that enter their doors When the Cart to the Horses with great haste shall come Then Covetousness out of England will run When Men without Money shall buy House and Land And a Soldier forget the word of command When a Welsh-man to breakfast shall drink a whole Tun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Hogs do wear Armour and vapour along And Pick-pockets never appear in a throng When Trades-men by trusting shall ne're be undone Then Covetousness out of England will run When Men grow as high as the May-pole i' th Strand And Fishes take pleasure to be on dry Land When Oysters at Billingsgate cry eat me come Then Covetousness out of England will run When great Essex Scrpents shall fly in the Air And Rabbets cry catch me in Net or in snare When Hectors pay debts without ever a Dun Then Covetousness out of England will run When Ships over Dunstable Downs you see sail And Oyster-women cease to scold and to rail When Men shall roast Apples at midnight i' th Sun Then Covetousness out of England will run When all these things happen then you will confess The honest plain Country-man rightly did guess He vows you shall shoot him to th' heart with a Gun When Covetousness out of England will run SONG CXL VVHen I shall leave this clod of Clay When I shall see that happy day That a cold bed a winding sheet Shall end my cares My grief and tears And lay me silent at my Conquerour's feet When a dear Friend shall say he 's gone Alas he has left us all alone I saw him gasping and I saw Him strive in vain Amidst his pain His Eye-strings breaking and his falling Jaw Then shall no tears bedew my Herse No sad uncomfortable Verse My unlamented Death shall have He who alive Did never grieve How can he be less merry in the Grave Then Friends for a while be merry without me And fast as you die come flocking about me In Gardens and Groves our day Revels we