whole Ocean SONG XI I. FOrtune is blind And Beauâ—y unkind The Devil take them both One is a Witch And t'other's a Bitch In neither's Faith or Troth There 's hazard in hap Deceit in a Lap But no fraud in a Brimmer If truth in the bottom Lye Thence to redeem her We 'll drain a whole Ocean dry II. Honour 's a Toy For Fools a Decoy Beset with care and fear And that I wuss Kills many a Puss Before her clymacht year But Freedom and Mirth Create a new Birth While Sack 's the Aqua Vitae That Vigour and Spirit gives Liquor Almighty Whereby the poor Mortal lives III. Let us be blyth In spight of Death 's Sythe And with an Heart and half Drink to our Friends And think of no ends But keep us sound and safe While Healths do go round No Malady's found The Maw sick in the Morning For want of it's wonted strain Is as a warning To double it over again IV. Let us maintain Our Traffique with Spain And both the Indies slight Give us their Wines Let them keep theit Mines We 'l pardon Eighty Eight There 's more certain Wealth Secur'd from stealth In one Pipe of Canary Than in an unfortunate Isle Let us be wary We do not our selves beguile SONG XII I. LOve is a Bauble No man is able To say it is This or 't is That An idle Passion Of such a fashion 'T is like I cannot tell what II. Fair in the Cradle Foul in the Saddle Always too cold or too hot An errant Lyar Fed by desire It is and yet it is not III. Love is a Fellow Clad all in yellow The Canker-worm of the mind A privy mischief And such a sly Thief No man knows where him to find IV. Love is a Wonder 'T is here and 't is yonder 'T is common to all men we know A very Cheater Ev'ry ones better Then hang him and let him go SONG XIII I. I Love my Love she not me Because I am so poor But poor or rich she hath my heart And shall have evermore II. I went unto my true Loves Gate And knocked at the Ring So ready was my own her self To rise and let me in III. I looked in my true Loves face 〈…〉 she seem'd but wan I took 〈◊〉 in mine arms so wide And carry'd her to bed agen IV. Where all the fore-part of the night Together close we lay And all the latter-part of the night She slept in mine arms till day V. But cursed be that little Tirry-Cock That crow'd in the morning so soon I thought it had been the dawning of the day When 't was but the light of the Moon VI. Then up I rose and donn'd my Cloaths And walk'd it over the Plain Wishing my self on my true Loves Bed And her in mine arms again SONG XIV I. I Am a cunning Constable And a bag of Warrants I have here To press sufficient Men and able At Horn-Castle to appear But now-a-days they 're grown so cunning That hearing of this Martial strife They all away from hence are running Where I miss the Man I 'll press the Wife II. Ho! who 's at home Lo here am I Good morrow Neighbour Welcom Sir Where is your Husband Why truly He 's gone abroad a Journey far Do you not know when he comes back See how these Cowards fly for life The King for Souldiers must not lack If I miss the Man I 'll take the Wife III. Shew me by what Authority You do it Pray Sir let me know It is sufficient for to see The Warrant hangs in bag below Then pull it out if it be strong With you I will not stand at strife My Warrant is as broad as long If I miss the Man I 'll press the Wife IV. Now you have prest me and are gone Please you but let me know your name That when my Husband he comes home I may declare to him the same My name is Captain Ward I say I ne'r fear'd man in all my life The King for Souldiers must not stay Missing the Man I 'll press the Wife SONG XV. I. COme dear heart and let us dally Underneath the shady Tree Why should'st thou stand shall I shall I When there 's no man here to see II He was full of amorous sporting Being in a lusty Vein She took it for his way of Courting And gave him kiss for kiss again III. Ah! ah ah thou wilt undo me Oh! so vile and rude you are Yet I cannot choose but love thee 'Cause thou cam'st to me so far IV. Love to me was but a stranger Fearing lest I might be slain But now I see there is no danger Come and kiss me once again V. Her Shoes were of the Spanish fashion Her Stockins of that Countrey Silk The like there were not in the Nation Her Smock was whiter than the Milk SONG XVI I. THere was a London Gentlewoman That lov'd a Countrey man a And she did desire his company A little now and than a. Fa la c. II. This man he was a Hemp-dresser And dressing was his Trade a And he doth kiss the Mistress Sir And now and then the Maid a. Fa la c. III. He took up her Petty-coat And would take up her Smock a And went unto the Parlor-door That he her Hemp might knock a. Fa la c. IV. He held up his Boitle then And she set down the Block a And there he fell to work indeed With knick a knack knick a knack knock a. Fa la c. SONG XVII I. SItting beyond a River-side Parthenia thus to Cloe cry'd While from the fair Nymphs eyes apace Another stream o'r-clouds her beauteous Face Happy Nymph is she that can So little trust to faithless man II. Oft the perfideous things would cry They love they bleed they burn they die But if they 're absent half a day Nay if they stay but one poor hour away No more they die no more complain But like unconstant Wretches live again SONG XVIII I. WOuld God it were Holy-day Hey derry down down derry That with my Love I might go play With oh my heart is merry My whole delight Is in her sight Would God I had her Company her Company Hey down down derry derry down II. My Love is fine my Love is fair Hey derry down c. No Maid may well with her compare In Kent or Canterbury From her my Love Shall ne'r remove Would God I had c. III. To see her laugh to see her smile Hey derry down c. Doth all my sorrows quite beguile And makes my heart full merry No grief doth grow Where she doth go Would God I had c. IV. When I do meet her on the Green Aey derry down c. Methinks she looks like Beauties Queen Which makes my heart full merry Then I her greet With kisses sweet Would God I had c. V. My Love comes not of churlish kind Hey derry down c. But bears a
is a kind of Living by the Dead Me thinks the grave should open the sprights Of such as sin'd by measure by Weights Should fright these Sons of Traffick from their bound Who with unhallow'd feet profan'd their ground T is well their Spirits are laid Tichburn's a Guest Like an ill Conscience ner'e would let them rest What could we hope for when we could not have Quiet within a solitary grave But oh how just is Heaven his doom is red No place among the Living or the Dead Perch with thy Brethren in Iniquity A just Reward for all thy Simony Whilst Pious Browne deserves our thanks at least That when we are dead our bones shall be at Rest. SONG XL. I. LEt 's wet the whistle of the Muse That sings the praise of every Juice This House affords for Mortals use Which no Body can Deny II. Here 's Ale of Hull which 't is well known Kept King and Keyser out of Town Now in will never hurt the Crown Which no body c. III. Here 's Lambeth Ale to cool the Maw And Beer as Spruce as e're you saw But Mum as good as Man can draw Which no c. IV. If Reins be loose as some mens Lives Whereat the Purling Female grieves Here 's stitch-back that will please your Wives Which c. V. Here 's Cyder too you little wot How oft 't will make you go to pot T is Red-streak all or it is not Which c. VI. Here 's Scholar that has dost his Gown And donn'd his Cloak came to Town Till all 's up drink his Colledg down Which c. VII Here 's North-down which in many a Case Pulls all the Bloud into the face Which blushing is a sign of Grace Which c. VIII If belly full of Ale doth grow And Women runs in head you know Old Pharoh will not let you go Which c. XI Here 's that by some bold Brandy hight Which Dutch men use in Case of fright Will make a Coward for to fight Which c. X. Here 's China Ale surpasseth far What munden vents at Temple Bar T is good for Lords and Ladies ware Which c. XI Here 's of Epsam will not fox You more then what 's drawn out of Cocks Of Middleton yet cures th'Pox Which c. XXII For ease of heart here 's that will do 't A Liquor you may have to boot Invites you or the Devil to 't Which c. XIII For Bottle Ale though it be windy Whereof I cannot choose but mind yee I would not have it left behind yee Which c. XIV Take Scurvy Grass or Raddish Ale T will make you like an Horse to stale And cures whatsoever you Ail Which c. XV. For County Ales as that of Chess Or of Darby you 'l confess The more you drink you 'l need the less Which c. XVI But one thing must be thought upon For mornings draught when all is done A Pot of Purle for Harrison Which no body can deny SONG XLI I. LE ts sing as one may say the Fate Of those that meddle with this and that And more then comes to their shares do prate Which no body can deny II. Such who their Wine and Coffee Sip And let fall words 'twixt Cup and Lip To scandal of good fellowship Which no body c. III. Those Clubbers who when met sate Where every Seat is Chair of State As if they only knew what 's what VVhich c. IV Dam me says one were I so and so Or as the King I know what I know The Devil too wood with the French should go Which c. V. Would the King Comission grant To me were Lewis John of Gant I 'de beat him or know why I shant Which no c VI. I 'de undertake bring scores to ten Of mine at hours-warning-men To make France tremble once again Which c. VII The Claret takes yet e're he drinks Cries Pox o' th' French-man but me thinks It must go round to my brothe Which c. VIII He 's the only Citizen of Sence And Liberty is his pretence And has enough of Conscience Which c. IX The Bully that next to him sate With a green Livery in his Hat Cry'd what a plague would the French be at Which c. X. Zounds had the King without Offence Been Rul'd by me you 'd seen long since Chastisement for their Insolence Which c. XI They take our Ships do what they please VVere ever play'd such Pranks as these As if we were not Lord o' th' Seas Which c. XII I told the King on 't th'ther day And how th' Intreagues o' th' matter lay But Princes will have their one way Which c. XIII The next Man that did widen throat Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat But he and that not worth a Groat Which c. XIV VVho being planted next the Dore Pox on him for a Son of Whore Inveighs against the Embassador XV Had the King quoth he put me upon 't You should have found how I had don 't But now you see what is come on 't Which c. XVI Quoth he if such an Act had stood That was design'd for publick good ' Thad pass'd more then is understood Which c. XVII But now forsooth our strictest Laws Are 'gainst the Friends o' th' good old Cause And if one hangs the other draws Which c. XVIII But had I but so worthy been To sit in place that some are in I better had advis'd therein Which c. XIX I am one that firm doth stand For Manefactures of the Land Then Cyder takes in out of hand Which c. XX. This English Wine quoth he Ale Our Fathers drank before the Sale Of Sack on Pothecaries Stall Which c. XXI These Outlandish drinks quoth he The French and Spanish Foppery They tast too much of Popery Which c. XXII And having thus their Verdicts spent Concerning King and Parliament They Scandalize a Government Which c. XXIII An Hierarchy by such a Prince As may be said without offence None e're could boast more Excellence Which c. XXIV God bless the King the Queen Peers Our Parliament and Overseres And rid us of such Mutineers Which no body can deny SONNET XLII I. REproach me not heretofore I only freedome did adore And bragg'd that none tho kind and fair My loss of heart could er'e repair Since I most willingly do yield To Cloris beauty all the feild II. With greater joy I now resign My freedome then thou yet keep'st thine And am resolv'd constant to prove Though thy neglect transcend my love Strange charmes they are that make me burn VVithout the hope of a return III. Thine eyes the greatest heart out braves And at once pleases and enslaves Thou wouldst not sure else see in them An Act which now thou dost Condemn Who then shall that assault abide When fate doth strike on
canst not move her Will looking ill prevail Prethee why so pale II. Why so dull and mute young Sinner Prethee why so mute If speaking well thou canst not win her Can saying nothing doe 't Prethee why so mute III. Quit quit for shame this will not move her This cannot take her If of her self she will not Love Nothing can make her The Devil take her SONG XXIX IF any so wise is That sack he despises Let him drink his small bere be sober While we drink Sack and sing As if it were spring He shall droop like the trees in October Be sure over night If this dog do you bit You take it henceforth for a warning soon as out of bed To settle your head Take an hair of his tail in the morning Then be not so silly To follow old Lilly For ther 's nothing but sack that can tune us Let his nè assuescas Be put in his Cap-Case And sing bibito vinum jejunus SONG XXX I. COme Boyes fill us a Bumper Wee 'l make the Nation roar She 's grown sick of a Rumper That stick 's on the old score Pox a Phanaticks wee 'l rout 'em They do thirst for our blood We 'le raise our taxes without 'em And Drink for the Nations good II. Charge the Pottles and Gallons And bring the Hoggshead in We 'l begin with a tall one And Rummers to our King Round a round with a fresh one Let no man balke his Wine We 'l drink to the next in Succession And keep in the right line SONG XXXI Dialogue Strephon. COme my Daphne come away We do wast the Christal day Daphne 'T is Strephon call's what would my love Strephon. Come follow to the myrtle Grove Where Venus shall prepare Fresh Chaplets for thine hair Daphne Were I shut up within a tree I 'd rend my bark to follow thee Strephon. My Shepardess make hast The Minutes slide too fast In those Cooler shades will I Blind as Cupid kiss thine eye In thy bosome then I 'le stray In such warm Snow who will not lose his way Chorus We 'l laugh and leave this world behind And God's themselves that see Shall Envy thee and me But never know such Joyes When they Embrace a Deity SONG XXXII OH the merry Christ-Church Bells One two three four five six They are so woundy great So wondrous sweet And they trowl so merrily merrily Oh the first and second Bell That every day at four and ten Cries come come come come come to Prayers And the Verger troops before the Dean III. Tingle Tingle Ting goes the small bell at nine To call the Beerers home But there 's never a man Will leave his can Till he hears the mighty Tom. SONG XXXIII CAst away care and merrily sing There is a time for every thing He that playes at his work And works at his play Neither keepes working nor holyday Set business aside and let us be merry And drown these sad thoughts in Canary and Sherry SONG XXXIV FYE nay prethee John Do not quarel Man Let 's be Merry and drink about You 'r a Rogue you cheated me I 'le prov 't before this Company I care not a farthing Sr. for all you are so stout Sr. you lye I scorn the word From any man that wears a sword For all you huff I care not a turd Or who cares for you SONG XXXV THE name of Lord Shall be abhord For every mans a brother No reason that In Church or State One man should rule another When we have thrown The Bishops down And leveld each degree The Sisters soon Shall be our own And Hey then up go we SONG XXXVI I. SInce all the Features of Love that adorn thee And thy Curious face must fail And those that were thine admirers shall scorn thee Beauty less pleasant is the frail Thy blooming sweets will soon decay And ne're reflourish to a second May The lease thou hadst of Grace and Hue Nature will never never more renew II. Now that thy Beautyes are ripen'd to Harvest And all the Fruits of love in their prime And midst of plentiful Dainties thou starvest And do'st refuse the presents of time In one free Kiss thy self resign And I will render my Soul up to thine Thus Fairest shall we two make one Contracted by a Mistique Union SONG XXXVII Dear Friend I. THE King and the Prelates Will Cudgel the Zealots With Crosier and Scepter Good Master Praeceptor And send them to whence came their Bible Those wights in the Gate-House As Berkenhead Ga't us Who thought to besquiter ye With the old Presbytery Will hang ere 't be long 't is possible II. They 'l serve to help Squire Dun out of the mire VVho be'gan as a Friend To bring to an end Both Covenant and Covenanters He has but two wayes As his VVorship now says For those that come after To Hang or cross Water To Plant or Transplant our Supplanters III. I hop'd from your letter To have had a better Account of the man That again and again Does hit us in the teeth from the Pulpit Since Pelf from the Bore Can make me no more A man of the Law Then was Jack Straw Qui legem ac Jura revulsit A recruit must quicken the dull wit SONG XXXVIII I. MY Dearest sweet ly down by me With thine Enamell'd ckeek to mine While I my Soul breath into thee And every kiss returns me thine II. Our Bodies we 'l in Pleasures lull And active Dalliances prove For why th' face is not more full Of Beauty than I am of Love III. My willing Armes and Thighs shall clip And Ivy-like thy limbs entwine When from thy Balsom-mouth I 'le sip A sure restoring Medicine IV. And in the Respites of our sport Thou shalt be-pearl thy Diamond Eye Cause Nature made her sweet so short And shame me to a fresh supply V. My busy hand and lips shall rove O're all the sweets thy beauties wear And in thine Hony-suckle-grove I 'le distill what I gather'd there VI. Thy bold and thy provoking touch Shall Loves Alimbeck so apply And shew thy Chymick skill is such That I must melt in Love and Dy. VII And being thus bereft of breath Lovers shall at my Tomb appear Wishing themselves no worse a Death Nor better life then I had here VIII Ladies shall sighing drop a Tear As with pure Love and Pity mov'd That such a constant Servant here Should dy because he over Lov'd POEM XXXIX On the Market in St. Pauls Church-Yard set up by Tichborn and Removed by Sir Rich. Browne Kt. and B. Lord Mayor of London Sacer hic locus est procul hinc procul ite prophani THe House of Prayer was made a Den of Thieves Heavens forgive us le ts amend our Lives A Scourge befal that Mony-changing Crew Where neither God nor Caesar has his due Defiling sacred ground with Market stuff As if the Streets had not been broad enough To make a Burial-Place a place of Trade It
as ever it can hold Oh take heed you do not spill it 'T is more precious far then Gold Take it off and then you 'l prove That Drinkings better sport then Love SONG XLVI Mock I. PRethee Friend leave of thy Drinking Cast thy Cups of Wine away Do not Muse but let 's be thinking To get Whores without delay Venus Swears it is her Will That we should be wenching still II. Do but view these pretty Lasses How invitingly they sit Tempting us to mind their Faces And to please their Appetit Then in kind Embraces prove Women only worth your Love III. Call the Baw'd and bid her fetch us Fresh young Wenches in a main Whilst betwixt each bout we stretch us Kiss and then go to 't again So when Natures sport is spent Drinking then may yield content SONG XLVII I. FIre Fire Loe Here I burn in Such desire That all the Tears that I can strain Out of my Empty Love sick brain Cannot asswage my scorching pain Come Humber Trent and silver Thames Dread Ocean hast with your Streams And if you cannot quench my Fire Drown both me and my desire II. Fire Fire There is no help for my desire See how the Rivers backward fly The Ocean doth its Tides deny For fear my heart should drink them dry Come Heavenly showers come powring down Come you that once the World did drown And if you cannot quench my Fire O drown both me and my desire SONG XLVII Mock I. FIre Fire Is there no help for thy desire Are Tears all spent is Humber low Doth Trent stand still doth Thames not flow And does the Ocean backward go Though all these can't thy Feaver Cure Yet Tyburn is a Cooler lure And since thou can'st not quench thy Fire Go hang thy self and thy desire II. Fire Fire Here 's one left for thy desire Since that the Rainbow in the Skye Is bent a deluge to deny As loth for thee a God should Lye Let gentle Rope come dangling down One born to hang shall never drown And since thou can'st not quench the Fire Go hang thy self and thy desire SONG XLIX I. LOve let me have my Mistress such If I must need have one Whose mettal will indure the touch Whose touch will try the stone Let her have sence I ask no more A Womans reason I abhor II. Her noon like Eyes should shine as clear And be so fixt on mine The Salamander babe there Should kindle and entwine Then look me dead that men may swear There is no Basilisk but her III. If th' upper manna-lips distill The sweets of every food To sauce the Appetite not fill The Lover Limbeck's good To relish which let Love invent Away to crane his Instrument IV. The shrillows of the Siren noise Should charm an Adders Ear And where she Eccho'd all to voice I 'de be in Love with her To be Clamaeleon'd who would Care So he might Juncat on such Air. V. I 'de have her panther in her breath And Phaenix in her breast The vallies that are underneath The Spicery of the East I 'de have her without much ado But lo I 'de have her naked too In spight of Fate thus would I lye Mandrake to all Eternity SONG XLIX I. CLoris forbear a while do not o'rejoy me Urge not another smile Lest it destroy me That beauty pleases most And is best taking Which soon is won soon lost Kind yet forsaking I Love a coming Lady faith I do But now and then I 'de have her scornful too II. O're cloud those Eyes of thine Bo-peepe thy Features Warm with an April shine Scortch not thy Creatures Still to display thy ware Still to be fooling Argues how rude you are In Cupids Schooling Disdains begets a suit scorn draws us nigh 'T is 'Cause I would and cannot make me try III. Fairst I 'de have thee Wise When Gallants view thee And Court do thou dispise Fast moves an Appetite Fly they 'l persue thee Fast moves an Appetite Makes hunger greater Who 's stinted of Delights Falls to 't the better Be kind and Coy by turns be smooth rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough SONG L. I. COme come away No delay To our wished delight Sweet quickly hast unto the greedy Lover Throw throw aside What may hide The inquisitive sight I 'le be the only veil that shall the Cover And we Will both agree And then shall see How we the time abuse To trifle it away with Empty wishes Fond dreames Are Childish Themes Wherein the Creams O' th' sport we always loose Ad do neglect the sweeter after Kisses II. Come do not frown Lay thee down 'T is a thing must be done Take of thy hand-good faith 't is wondrous pretty Oh! what a quoyle And a spoyle E're this fort could be won Nay though thou sqeak or cry I dare not pity And now I 'le shew thee how Thy Dad did do And score up wealthy Sums Of Kisses on thy lips to highten Pleasures Again I can't refrain I fear no pain Oh now it comes it comes 'T is all thine own thou shalt have standing Measure On a Servant Maid who satisfied her Amours with a Mastiff Dog I. OUt out you Bitch what it 's the Devil you ail How to a four-ledg Creature turn your tayle Strange Death of Female-mongers sure in town When Mauger law Woman to beast lyes down And takes a nasty Cur those legs between Where many a Christian had or ought to have been Oh! what an age we live in when alack There 's found a gill that could not find her Jack So that Sans fear of God in hugger mugger The Femal must seduce the Male to bugger Spight of Dame Shipton we have Men enough Nor are they all bewitch'd but Woman proo◠The maid o' th' holder forth first gave this hint Or furor Cunni or the Devil was in 't Or was 't for that two-leg'd-lawful Creature I' th' Execution of the deed of Nature Made that Sport was so sweet to be so short And little thanks is con'nd dame nature for 't That thou playd'st this Dog trick wouldst be Lym'd Ev'n for that Cause thou mightst as well be Brim'd But lets suppose each wight is not so stayward As Wallace was of Yore or yet blind Bayard Yet one would think that in this knack of love Each Member should be fit as hand and glove And that a Porters Pego may be as stiff Dispraise to none as Utensill of Mastiff Ev'ry Dog has his day but this I wot Before his Brethren's came in went to Pot. Like will to like as in old Writ we find And why not Dog as well as Cat to kind But what 's the issue come on 't but all Bigenerous and Paternatural Of such a kind of Breed as this I guess Luellins was in his Men miracles Where Aries head and face as said Man Daniel Was not unlike to that of Dog call'd Spaniel But how the Mulier formosa superné Shall the definit
loving courteous mind Which makes my heart full merry She is not coy She is my Joy Would God I had c. VI. Till Sunday comes farewell my Dear Hey derry down c. When we do meet we 'll make good Cheer And then we will be merry If thou love me I will love Thee And still delight thy Company thy Company Hey down down derry derry down SONG XIX I. A Pretty Jest I will you tell O' th' guelding of the Devil of Hell There was a Baker of Mansfield Town To Nottingham Market he was bound And riding under a Willow there The Baker sung with a lusty cheer II. The Baker's Horse was plump and sound And worth in judgment full five pound His skin was smooth his flesh was fat His Master was well pleas'd thereat And therefore sings so merrily As he was riding on the way III. But as he rode over the Hill There meeting with the Devil of Hell Oh Baker Baker then cry'd he How came thy Horse so fat to be These be the words the Baker did say Because his Stones are cut away IV. Then quoth the Devil if it be so Thou shalt gueld me before thou go First tie thy Horse to yonder Tree And be thou ready to gueld me The Baker had a knife for th' nones Wherewith to cut out th'Devils stones V. The Baker as it came to pass In hast alighted from his Horse And as the Devil on 's back did lay The Baker cut his Stones away Which put the Devil to great pain And made him to cry out amain VI. Oh! quoth the Devil beshrew thy heart Thou dost not feel how I do smart And for the Deed that thou hast done I will revenged be agen And underneath this Green-wood-Tree Next Market-day I will gueld thee VII The Baker then but little said But at his heart was sore afraid And longer there he would not stay But he rode home another way And coming to his Wife did tell How he had guelt the Devil of Hell VIII Moreover to his Wife he told A thing which made her heart full cold A grievous word as he did say That he 'd gueld me next Market-day To whom quoth Goodwife without doubt I 'd rather both your eyes were out IX For then all people far and near That knows thee will both mock and jeer And good Wives they will sooff and brawl And stoneless Guelding will thee call Then hold content and be thou wise And I 'll some pretty trick devise X. I 'll make the Devil change his Note Do thou but lend to me thy Coat Thy Hose and Doublet eke also And I like to thy self will go And warrant thee next Market-day To fright the Devil quite away XI The Bakers Wife thus being drest With Market-Bread upon her Beast She goes to Nâ—ttiâ—â—ham brave Town To sell her Bread both white and brown And as she rode over the Hill She met there with two Devils of Hell XII A little Devil and another As they played both together Oh! quoth one of them right fain Here comes the Baker on amain And be thou well or be thou wo I will gueld thee before thou go XIII The Bakers Wife to th' Devil did say Sir I was guelded yesterday Oh! quoth the Devil I mean to see Pulling her Coats up to the knee So looking upward from the ground Oh! there he spy'd a terrible wound XIV Ah! quoth the Devil now I see He was not cunning guelded thee For when he had cut out thy Stones He should have closed up the wounds But if thou 'lt stay a little space I 'll fetch some Salve to cure the place XV. He had gone but a little way When up her Belly creept a Flea The little Devil seeing that He with his paw did giv 't a pat Which made the Goodwife for to start And out she let a rowzing Fart XVI O! quoth the Devil thy life 's not long Thy breath it smells so wondrous strong Then go thy way and make thy will This wound is past all humane skill Be gone be gone make no delay For here no longer shalt thou stay XVII The Goodwife at this News was glad And left the Devil almost mad And when she to her Husband came She gladly told to him the same How she had couzen'd the Devil of Hell So for to make a Jest full well SONG XX. I. YOu Rural Goddesses That Woods and Fields possess Assist me with your skill That may direct my Quill More jocundly to express The mirth and delight Both morning and night On Mountain or in Dale Of them who choose This Trade to use And through cold Dews Do never refuse To carry the Milking Pail II. The bravest Lasses gay Live not so merry as they In honest civil sort They make each other sport As they trudge on the way Come fair or foul weather They 're fearful of neither Their Courages never quail In wet and dry Though winds be high And dark the Sky They ne'r deny To carry the Milking Pail III. Their hearts are free from care They never do despair Whatever do befal They bravely bear out all And Fortunes frowns out-dare They pleasantly sing To welcom the Spring 'Gainst Heav'n they never rail If Grass will grow Their thanks they shew And Frost or Snow They merrily go Along with the Milking Pail IV. Base idleness they do scorn They rise very early i' th' morn And walk into the Fields Where pretty Birds do yield Brave Musick on ev'ry Thorn The Linnet and Thrush Do sing on each Bush And the dulcid Nightingale Her Note doth strain In a jocund vain To entertain That worthy Train Which carry the Milking Pail V. Their labour doth health preserve No Doctors rules they observe While others too nice In taking their advice Look always as if they would starve Their meat is digested They ne'r are molested No sickness doth them assail Their time is spent In merriment While Limbs are lent They are content To carry the Milking Pail VI. Those Lasses nice and strange That keep shops in the Change Sit pricking of Clouts And giving of flouts They seldom abroad do range Then comes the Green-sickness And changeth their likeness All this is for want of good sale But 't is not so As proof doth show By them that go In Frost and Snow To carry the Milking Pail VII If they any Sweethearts have That do their affections crave Their priviledge is this Which many others miss They can give them welcom brave With them they walk And pleasantly talk With a Bottle of Wine or Ale The gentle Cow Doth them allow As they know how God speed the Plough And bless the Milking Pail VIII Upon the first of May With Garland fresh and gay With Mirth and Musick sweet For such a season meet They pass their time away They dance away sorrow And all the day thorow Their legs do never fail Yet they nimbly Their feet do ply And bravely try The Victory In honour