mine at least thy pity move Ah! while I scorn vouchsafe to wooe Methinks you may dissemble too Ah! Phillis that you would contrive A way to keep my love alive But all your other chdrms must fail When kindness ceases to prevail Alas No more than you I grieve My dying flame hath no reprieve For I can never hope to â—inde Shou'd all the Nymphs I court be kinde One Beauty able to renew Those pleasures I enjoy'd by you When Love and Youth did both conspire To fill our breasts and veins with fire Song 11. AMarillis told her Swam Amarillis told her Swain That in love he should be plain And not think to deceive her Still be protesting on his truth That he would never leave her If thou dost keep thy vow quoth she If thou dost keep thy vow quoth she And that thou ne'r dost leave me There 's ne'r a Swain in all this plain That ever shall come near thee For Garlands and embroyder'd Scrips For I do love thee dearly But Colin if thou change thy love But Colin if thou change thy love A Tygress then I 'le to thee prove If e're thou dost come near me Amarillis fear not that For I do love thee dearly Song 12. WHen Celadon gave up his heart A Tribute to Astrâ—a's eyes She smil'd to see so fair a prize Which Beauty had obtained more than Art But Jealousie did seemingly destroy Her chiefest comfort and her chiefest joy Base Jealousie that still dost move In opposition to all bliss And teachest those that do amiss Who think by thee they tokens give of love But if a Lover ever will gain me Let him love much but fly all jealousie Song 13. SWeetest Bud of Beauty may No untimely Frost decay Th' early Glories which we trace Blooming in thy matchless Face But kindely opening like the Rose Fresh Beauties every day disclose Such as by Nature are not shown In all the blossoms he has blown And then what Conquest shall you make Who hearts already daily take Scorcht in the morning with thy beams How shall we bear those sad extreams Which must attend thy threatning eyes When thou shalt to thy noon arise Song 14. 'T Is not i th' pow'r of all thy scorn Or unrelenting hate To quench my flames or make them burn With heat more temperate Still do I struggle with despair And ever court disdain And though you ne'r prove less severe I 'le dote upon my pain Yet meaner Beauties cannot dain In Love this tyranny They must pretend an equal flame Or else our passions die You fair Clarinda you alone Are priz'd at such a rate To have a Votary of one Whom you do Reprobate Song 15. CAll for the Master O! this is sine For you that have Londons brave Liquors of wine For us the Cocks of the Hectors Wine wherein Flies were drown'd the last Summer Hang 't let it pass here 's a Glass in a Rummer Hang 't let it c. Bold Hectors we are of London New Troy Fill us more wine Hark here Sirrah Boy Speak in the Dolphin speak in the Swan Drawer Anon Sir Anon. Ralph George speak in the Star The Reckoning 's unpaid we 'l pay at the Bar The Reckoning 's unpaid c. A Quart of Clarret in the Mytre score The Hectors are Ranting Tom shut the door A Skirmish begins beware Pates and Shins The Piss-pots are down the Candles are out The Glasses are broke and the Pots flie about Ralph Ralph speak in the Checquer By and by Robin is wounded and the Hectors do â—â—ie Call for the Constable let in the Watch The Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match The Hectors c. At Midnight you bring your Justice among us But all the day long you do us the wrong When for Verrinus you bring us Mundungus Your Reckonings are large your Bottles are small Still changing our Wine as fast as we call Your Canary has Lime in 't your Clarret has Stum Tell the Constable this and then let him come Tell the Constable c. Song 16. YOur merry Poets old Boyâ— Of Aganippes Well Full many Tales have told Boys Whose Liquor doth excel And how that place was haunted By those that lov'd good Wine Who tippl'd there and chaunted Among the Muses Nine Where still they cry'd Drink clear boys And you shall quickly know it That 't is not lousie Beer boys But Wine that makes a Poet. Song 17. THe thirâ—ty Earth drinks up the Rain And drinks and gapes for drink again The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair The Sea it self which one would think Should have but little need to drink Drinks ten thousand Rivers up â—o fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. â—he busie Sun and one would guess â—y's drunken fiery face no less Drinks up the Sea and when that 's done â—he Moon and Stars drink up the Sun â—hey drink and dance by their own light â—hey drink and Revel all the night Nothing in Nature's sober found But an Eternal Health goes round Fill up the Bowl and fill it high Fill all the Glasses here for why Should every creature drink but I Why man of morals tell me why Song 18. FIne young folly though wear That fair Beauty I do swear Yet you ne'r could reach my heart For we Courtiers learn at School Onely with your Sex to fool Y' are not worth our serious part Song 19. BE thou that art my better part A Seal impress'd upon my heart May I thy fingers Signet prove For Death is not more strong than Love The Grave 's not so insatiate As Jealousies enflame debate Should falling clouds with floods conspire Their waters would not quench Loves fire Nor in all Natures Treasury The freedom of affection buy Song 20. TO friend and to foe To all that I know That to Marriage Estate do prepare Remember your days In several ways Are troubled with sorrow and care For he that doth look In the married mans book And read but his Items all over Shall finde them to come At length to a Sum Shall empty Purse Pocket and Coffer In the pastimes of love When their labors do prove And the Fruit beginneth to kick For this and for that And I know not for what The woman must have or be fick There 's Item set down For a Loose-bodied Gown In her longing you must not deceive her For a Bodkin a Ring Or the other fine thing For a Whisk a Scarf or a Beaver Deliver'd and well Who i st cannot tell Thus while the Childe lies at the Nipple There 's Item for wine And Gossips so fine And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple There 's Item I hope For Water and Sope There 's Item for Fire and Candle For better for worse There 's Item for Nurse â—he Babe to dress and to dandle When swadled in lap There 's Item for Pap â—nd Item for Pot Pan and Ladle A Corral with Bells Which custom compells â—nd Item ten
the Tooth-ach old wives say Song 28. BEss black as Charcoal Was found in a dark hole With Kit at the Cat and the Fiddle But what they did there None safely can swear Yet Gentlemen Riddle my Riddle Troth I would be loath 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 twelve-month was past That Christopher Bess had o're-master'd For her belly betray'd her And so she down laid her And brought him a jolly brown Bastard Song 19. THe Glories of our Birth and State Are shadows not substantial things There is no Armor 'gainst our Fate Death lay's his Icy hands on Kings Scepter and Crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal laid With the poor crooked Scithe and Spade Some men with Swords may reap the field And plant fresh Laurels where they kill But their strong Nerves at last must yield They tame but one another still Early or late They bend to fate And must give up their murmuring breath While the pale captive creeps to Death The Garland wither's on your brow Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon 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 30. SWeet Iane sweet Iane I love thee wondrous well But am afraid Thou't die a Maid And so lead Apes in Hell For why my dear 't is pity it should be so Thou't better then to take a man And keep thee from the foc Thou art so pretty and fine And wondrous handsome too Then be not coy Let 's get a boy Alas what should we do I see thy brow And I know What colour it is below Then do nor jeast But smile the rest E'faith I know what I know Song 31. VIctorious Beauty though your eyes Are able to subdue an Hoast And therefore are unlike to boast The taking of a little prize Do not a single heart despise Song 32. CHloris it is not in your power To say how long our love will last It may be we within this hour May loose those joys we now may taste The blessed that Immortal be From change in Love are only free And though you now immortal seem Such is th' exactness of your fame Those that your Beauty so esteem Will finde it cannot last the same Love from my eyes has stoln my fire As apt to waste and to expire Then since we mortal Lovers are Let 's question not how long 't wil last But while we love let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past It were a madness to deny To live because w' are sure to die Fear not though love and beauty fail My Reason shall my heart direct Your kindness now will then prevail And passion turn into respect Chloris at worst you 'l in the end But change your Lover for a Friend Song 33. CElemana of my heart None shall e're bereave you If with your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day I will never leave you Celemana Passion 's but an empty name Where respect is wanting Damon you mistake your aim Hang your heart and burn your flame If you must be ranting Damon Love as pale and muddy is As decaying Liquor Anger sets it on the Lees And refines it by degrees Till it works it quicker Celemana Love by quarrel to beget Wisely you endeavor With a grave Physicians wit Who to cure an Ague Fit Puts me in a Feaver Damon Anger rouses Love to fight And his onely bait is 'T is the spur to vain delight And is but an eager bite When desire at height is Celemana If such drops of heat can fall In our wooing weather If such drops of heat can fall We shall have the devil and all When we come together Song 34 TWelve sorts of meat my wife provides And bates me not a dish Of which four flesh four fruit there are The other four of fish For the first Course she serves me in Four Birds that Dainties are The first a Quail the next a Rail A Bitter and a Jar. Mine appetite being cloy'd with these With Fish she makes it sharp And brings me next a Lamp a Poâ—t A Gudgeon and a Carp The second is of Fruit well serv'd Fitting well the season A Medlar and a Hartichoak A Crab and a small Reason What 's he that having such a wife That on her would not dote Who daily does provide such faâ—e Which costs him never a groat Song 35. BE gone be gone thou perjur'd man And never more return For know that thy inconstancy Hath chang'd my love to scorn Thou hast awak't me and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man Thou may'st perhaps prevail upon Some other to believe thee And since thou canst love more than one Ne'r think that it shall grieve me For th' hast awak't me and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man By thy Apostacy I finde That love is plac'd amiss And can't continue in the minde Where Vertue wanting is I 'm now resolv'd and know there can No constant thought remain in man Song 36. STrait my green Gown into Breeches I 'le make And long yellow Locks much shorter I 'le take With a Hey Down Down a Down Down a. Then I 'le cut me a Switch and on that ride about And wander and wander till I finde him out With a Hey Down Down a Down Down a. And when Phylander shall be dead I 'le bury him I 'le bury him And I 'le bury him in a Primrose bed Then I 'le sweetly ring his Knell With a pretty Cowslip Bell Ding Dong Bell Ding Dong Bell. Song 37. LOok see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes There was a time when I did vow To that alone but mark the fate of faces That red and white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm nor I not see And yet the face continues good And I have still desires And still the self same flesh and blood Aâ— apt to melt and suffer from such fires Oh some kinde power unriddle where it lies Whether my heart be faulty or my eyes She every day her man doth kill And I as often die Neither her power then nor my will Can quest'onablâ— be what is the Mystery Sure Beauty's Empire like the greatest States Have certain Periods set and hidden Dates Song 38. DEar give me a thousand kisses Pay the Debt thy lips do owe Let the number of those blisses To ten thousand thousands grow Till to infinites they flow Let the sweet perfumed treasure Of thy breath my spirits fill So enjoying endless pleasure Breaths rebreathing let us still Breath one breath and wish one will Song 39. LIttle love serves my turn 'T is so enflaming Rather than I will burn I 'le leave my
gaming For when I think upon 't Oh 't is so painful 'Cause Ladies have a trick To be disdainful Beauty shall court it self 'T is not worth speaking I 'le no more Amorous pangs No more heart-breaking Those that ne'r felt the smart Let them go try it I have redeem'd my heart Now I defie it Song 40. NO more no more I must give o're For Beauty is so sweet It makes me pine Distrust my mind And surfet when I see 't Forgive me love If I remove Unto some other sphear Where I may keep A Flock of Sheep And know no other care Song 41. CHloris farewel I now must go For if with thee I here do stay Thy eyes prevail upon me so I shall grow blinde and lose my way Fame of thy beauty and thy youth Amongst the rest me hither brought Finding this Fame fall short of truth Made me stay longer than I thought For I 'm engag'd by word and oath A servant to anothers will Yet for thy love would forfeit both Could I be sure to keep it still But what assurance can I take When thou fore-knowing this abuse For some more worthy Lovers sake Mayst leave me with so just excuse For thou may'st say 't was not my fault That thou didst thus unconstant prove Thou wert by my example taught To break thy oath to mend thy love No Chloris no I will return And raise thy story to that height That strangers shall at distance burn And she distrust me reprobate Then shall my Love this doubt displace And gain such trust that I may come And banquet sometimes on thy face But make my constant Meals at home Song 42. TO little or no purpose I spent many days In ranging the Park th' Exchange and th' Plays For ne'r in my Rambles till now did I prove So lucky to meet with the man I could love For oh how I am pleas'd when I think of this man That I finde I must love let me do what I can How long I shall love him I can no more tell Than had I Feavor when I should be well My passion shall kill me before I will show it And yet I would give all the world he did know it But oh how I sigh when I think he should woo me I cannot deny what I know would undo me Song 43. SHall I lie wasting in despair Die because a womans fair Or my cheeks make pale with care 'Cause anothers Rosie are Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery Meads in May If she be not so to me What care I how fair she be Shall I mine affections slack 'Cause I see a woman black Or my self with care cast down 'Cause I see a woman brown Be she blacker than the night Or the blackest Jet in sight If she be not so to me What care I how black she be Shall my foolish heart be pin'd 'Cause I see a woman kinde Or a well disposed Nature Joyned in a comely feature Be she kinde or meeker than Turtle-dove or Pellican If she be not so to me What care I how kinde she be Shall my foolish heart be burst 'Cause I see a woman curst Or a thwarting hoggish natu Joyned in as bad a feature Be she curst or fiercer then Brutish beasts or savage men If she be not so to me What care I how curst she be Shall a womans Vertues make Me to perish for her sake Or her merits value known Make me quite forget my own Be she with that goodness blest That may merit name of best If she seem not so to me What care I how good she be Shall a womans Vices make Me her Vertues quite forsake Or hsr faults to me made known Make me think that I have none Be she of the most accurst And deserve the name of worst If she be not so to me What care I how bad she be 'Cause her Fortunes seem too high Should I play the fool and die He that bears a noble minde If not outward help he finde Think what with them he would do That without them dares to woo And unless that minde I see What care I how great she be 'Cause her Fortunes seem too low Shall I therefore let her go He that bears an humble minde And with Riches can be kinde Think how kinde a heart he 'd have If he were some servile slave And if that same minde I see What care I how poor she be Great or good or kinde or fair I will ne'r the more despair If she love then believe I can die e'r she shall grieve If she slight me when I woo I can slight and bid her go If she be not fit for me What care I for whom she be Poor or bad or curst or black I will ne'r the more be slack If she hate me then believe She shall die e're I will grieve If she like me when I woo I can like and love her too For if she be fit for me What care I what others be Song 44. OH Chloris 't was unkindely done First to invade me with your eyes And when my yielding heart was won Then to begin your Tyrannies The generous Lion streight grows meek And gently spares the fawning chase But the submissive wretch may seek In vain for pity from that face Where while inchanting Syrens sing Th' allured Mariner is wrack't So whirling gulphs destruction bring And overwhelm what they attract Song 45. HElp help O help Divinity of Love Or Neptune will commit a rape Upon my Chloris she 's on his bosome And without a wonder cannot scape See see the winds grow drunk with joy and throngs So fast to see love's Argo and the wealth it bears That now the tackling and the sails they tear They fight they fight who shall convey Amintor's love into a bay And hurl whole Sea's at one another As if they would the welkin smoother Hold Borâ—as hold he will not hear The Rudder cracks the Main-mast falls The Pilot swears the Skipper bawls A shore of Clouds in darkness fall To put out Chloris light withal Ye Gods where are ye are ye all asleep Or drunk with Nector why do you not keep A watch upon your Ministers of fate Tie up the winds or they will blow the Sea 's To heaven and drown your Deities A calm a calm Miracle of love The Sea-born Queen that sits above Hath heard Amiâ—tor's cryes And Neptune now must lose his prize Welcome welcome Chloris to the shore Thou shalt go to Sea no more We to Tempes Groves will go Where the calmer winds do blow And embark our hearts together Fearing neither Rocks nor weather But out-ride the storms of love And for ever constant prove Song 46. NOw now Lucatia now make haste If thou wilt see how strong thou art There needs but one frown more to waste The whole remainder of my heart Alas undone to fate I bow my head Ready to die now die And now now now am dead You look to
Mars had been modest Try and trust her Song 106. DRink to me Boy Here 's to thee Boy A Health t' our Master A nobler never obey'd I Couple him with my Lady Never man had a chaster Match the Vice-Roy as even With his Royal Creator To the King bless him Heav'n And a Pox take the Traitor Song 107. A Dialogue between the Evening and a Boy Evening I Am the Ev'ning dark as night Jack-with-the-lanthorn bring a light Iack Whither Whither Whither Evenâ—ng Hither hither hither Iack. Thou art some pratling eccho of my making Evening Thou art a foolish fire by thy mistaking I am the Ev'ning that creates thee Iack. My Lanthorn and my Candle waits thee Evening Those Flajolets which we hear play Are Reapers who have lost their way They play they sing they dance a round Lead them up here 's Fairy ground Chorus Let the men ware the Ditches Maids look to your Breeches We 'l scratch them with Briars and Thistles When the Flajolets cry We are a dry Pond-water shall wet their whistles Song 108. THis is not the Elysian Grove Nor can I meet my slaughter'd love Within these shades come death and be At last as merciful to me As in my dearest Dear loves fall Thou shewdst thy self Tyrannical Then did I die when he was slain But kill me now I live again And shall go meet him in a Grove â—airer than any here above Oh let this woful life expire Why should I wish Evadne's fire Sad Portia's Doals or Lucrece Knife To rid me of a loathed life 'T is shame enough that grief alone Kill me not now when thou art gone But life since thou art slow to go I 'le punish thee for lasting so And make thee piece-meal every day Dissolve to tears and melt away Song 109. CHloris when e're you do intend To venture at a bosom friend Be sure you know your servant well Before your liberty you sell For loves a feavour in young or old Is sometimes hot and sometimes cold And men you know when e're they please Can soon be sick of this disease Then wisely chuse a friend that may Last for â—n Age not for a day That loves thee not for lip or eye But for a mutual Sympathy To such a friend thy heart engage For he will court thee in old age And kiss thy hollow wrinckled brow With as much joy as he does know Song 110. THe Master the Swabber the Boatswain and I The Gunner and his Mate Lov'd Mall Meg and Marina and Margery But none of us care'd for Kate For she has a tongue with a tang Would cry to a Saylor go hang She lov'd not the savor of Tar nor of Pitch Yet a Saylor might scratch her where e're she did itch Then to Sea boys and let her go hang. Song 111. BRight Aurel a I do owe All the Woe I can know To those glorious looks alone Though you are unrelenting stone The quick lightning from your eyes Did sacrifice My unwise My unweary 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 now love can call That does fall On the small Scorcht remainder of my heart Will make it burn in every part Song 112. BEauty and Love once fell at odds And thus revil'd each other Quoth 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 art thou longer fair or sweet Than men acknowledge me Away fond Boy then Beauty said We see that thou art blind But men have knowing eyes and can My graces better find 'T was I begot thee mortals know And call'd thee Blind desire I made the Arrows and thy Bow And wings to kindle fire Love here in anger flew away And streight to Vulcan pray'd That he would tip his shafts with scorn To punish this proud maid So Beauty ever since hath bin But courted for an hour To love a day is now a sin 'Gainst Cupid and his power Song 112. BRightest since your pitying eye Saves whom it once condemn'd to die Whom lingring time did long dismay You have reliev'd in this short day Propitious Gods themselves can do no more Slow to destroy but active to restore From your fair but absent look Cold death her pale Artillery took Till gentle Love that dart supprest And lodg'd a milder in your brest Like fam'd Achillis mistick spear thus you Both scatter wounds and scatter balsam too Song 113. LOve and wenching are toys And at best but vain joys Fit to please beardless boys That sigh and pule till they are weary When they visit their misses And boast of their kisses I 'le not envy their blisses While Vertue consists in Canary Song 114. DIsputes daily arise and errors grow bolder Philosophers prattle and so does the sizer 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 Ma-the-ma-ti-cal Song 115. WHere the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips Bell I lie There I croutch when Owls do cry On the Bats back I do fly After Summer merrily Merrily merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bow Song 116. WHo is Silvia What is she That all our Swains commend her Holy fair and wise is she The Heav'n such gâ—â—ce did lend her That she might admired be Is she kinde as she is fair For beauty lives with kindness Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness And being helpd inhabits there Then to Silvia let us sing That Silvia is excelling She surmounts each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling To her let us garlands bring A Drinking Catch or Song 117. HE that will look for a Swallows nest A swallows nest a swallows nest Must look in the Chimney high And he that would look for a minikin Lass And a trimmikin Lass and a tinnikin Lass Must chuse her by her black eye And he that will fish for frogs Must fish all in this well And all those That will fuddle their nose That will fuddle their nose Must come where good Alo's to sell. Song 118. YOu spotted Snakes with double tongue Thorny Hedge-hogs be not seen Newts and Blind-worms do no wrong Come not near our fairy Queen Philomele with melody Sing in your sweet lullaby Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely Lady nigh So good night with lullaby Weaving Spiders come not here Hence you long-leg'd Spiders hence Beetles black approach not near Worm nor Snail do no offence Philomele with melody c. Hence away now all is well One aloof stand Sentinel Song 119. TEll me where is Fancy bred Or in the heart or in the head How begot how nourished It is ingendred in the eyes With
will submit above an houre Reproach me not though heretofore â—onely freedome did adore â—nd brag that none though kind as fair The loss of it could half repair Since I now willingly do yield To Chloris beauty all the field With greater Joys I do resign My freedom though thou e're kepst 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 'gainst death do pray Though it be to heaven their onely way 'T is onely Chloris hath the skill To make me blest against my will Nor will I so much as endure To think inconstancy a Cure For were I to that sin so bent It sure wou'd prove my punishment Here to adore I must confess Is beter than elsewhere Success Song 143. WAke all ye dead what Ho what Ho How soundly they sleep whose pillars lie low They minde not poor Lovers who walk above On the decks of the world in storms of love No whisper now nor glance can pass Through wickâ—â—s or through panes of glass For our windows and doors are shut and barr'd Lie close in the Church and in the Church-yard In ev'ry grave make room make room The worldâ—s at an end and we come we come The State is now Loves foe Loves foe Has seiz'd on his Arms his Quiver and Bowe Has pinion'd his Wings and fetter'd his Feet Because he made way for Lovers to meet But oh sad chance his Judge was old Hearts cruel grow when blood grows cold No man being young his Process would draw Oh Heavens that Love should be subject to Law Lovers go wooe the dead the dead Lie two in a grave and to bed to bed Song 144. 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 Char-coals set on fire A heart that former flames did shun Who as Heretick unto desire Now 's judg'd to suffer Matyrdom But Beauty since it is thy fate At distance thus to wound so sure Thy Vertues I wâ—ll imitate And see if distance prove a Cure Then farewel Mistriss 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 'r sit For nothing but a Tinder-box Song 145. I Happy saw and faithful lov'd Which I shall ever ever do Not to be constant call'd and prov'd For that I am compell'd unto For she that in her love do's think of fame Love 's not for the right end but for a name Compell'd to love by parts divine I follow them whom Angels tend Then tell me can my love decline Whose lowest object do's ascend No I must love him and will prove it then She 's the best woman loves the best of men Song 146. OUr Ruler hath got the Vertigo of State The world turns round in his Politick pate He steers in a Sea where his course cannot last And bears too much sail for the strength of his Mast. Let him plot all he can Like a Politick man Yet love though a Child may fit him The small Archer though blind Such an arrow will finde As with an old trick shall hit him Sure Angelo knows loves party is strong Love melts like soft wax the hearts of the young And none are so old but they think on the taste And weep with remembrance of kindnesses past Let him plot all c. Love in the foolish is held a mad fit And madness in fools is reckon'd for wit The wise value love as fools wisdome prize Which when they can't gain they seem to despise Let him plot all c. Cold Cowards all perils of anger shun To dangers of love they leap when they run The Valiant in frolicks did follow the boy When he led em a dance from Greece to Troy Let him plot all c. Song 147. FOnd love what dost thou mean To court an idle folly Platonick love is nothing else But meerly melancholly 'T is active love that makes us jolly To dote upon a face Or court a sparkling eye Or to esteem a dimpled cheek Compleat felicity 'T is to betray ones liberty Then pray be not so fond Think you that women can Rest satisfy'd with Complements The froathy part of man No no they hate a Puritan They care not for your sighs Nor your erected eyes They hate to hear a man complain Alas he dies he dies Believ 't they love a closer prize Then venter to embrace 'T is but a smack or two I 'm confident no woman lives But sometimes she will do The fault lies not in her but you Song 148. SIlly heart forbear Those are murdering eyes In the which I swear Cupid lurking lies See his Quiver see his Bowe too see his Dart Fly O fly fly O fly Thou foolish heart Song 149. POor Artaxander long hath woo'd Faiâ— Celia but in vain For she on terms of Honour stood Though never on disdain His kind addressâ—s as a charm Sometimes she 'd entertain With soft embraces close and warm Yet streight grow cold again Song 150. THou Deity swift wing'd Love Sometimes below sometimes above Little in shape but great in power Thou that mak'st thy heart a tower And thy loop-holes Ladies eyes From whence thou strik'st the fond and wise Did all the shafts in thy fair Quiver Stick fast in my ambitious Lâ—ver Yet thy power would I adore And call upon thee to shoot more Shoot more shoot more Song 151. O Cupid turn away thy Bow Thy pow'r we maids both feel and know Fair Cupid turn away thy Bow They be those golden Arrows Bring Ladies all their sorrows And till there be more truth in men Never shoot at maids agâ—n Song 152. FAin would I wake thee sweet but fear I should invite you to worse chear In your Dreams you cannot fair Meaner than Musick no compare None of your slumbers are compil'd Under the pleasures makes a Child Your day-delights so well compact That what you think turns all to act Id wish my self no better play Your dream by night your thought by day Wake gently wake part softly from your dreams The morning flies To your fair eyes To take her special beams Song 153. LEt the Bells ring And the Boys sâ—ng The young Lassâ—s trip and play Let the Cups go round Till round goes the ground Our Learned Vicar we 'l sâ—ay Let the Pig turn merrily hey And let the fat Goose swim For verily verily hey Our Vicar this day shall
off his Gold Then hark well And mark well See what will befal They are twenty sworn Brethren Tradesmen all The third was a Padder That fell to decay And when he was living Took to the High-way The forth is a Mill-Ken To crack up a door Hee 'l venture to rob both The Rich and the Poor The fifth is a Glasier Who when he creeps in To pinch all the Lurry He thinks it no sin Then hark well c. The sixt is a Foyl-cloy That not one Hick spares And the seventh is a Budgg To track up the staires The eight is a Bulk That can Bulk any Hick If the Master be napt Then Bulk he is sick The ninth is a Ginny To lift up a Grate The sees but the Lurry With his Hooks he will bate Then hark well c. â—he tenth is a Shop-lift â—hat carries a Bob â—hen he ranges the City The Shops for to Rob. The eleventh is a Bubber Much used of late He goes to the Alehouse And steals there the plate The twelfth a Trapan If a Cull he doth meet He naps all his Cole And turns him i' th' street Then hark well c. The thirteenth a Fambler False Rings for to sell When a Mob he has bit His Cole he will tell The fourteenth a Gamester If he sees the Hick sweet He presently drops down A Cog in the street The fifteenth a Prancer Whose courage is small If they catch him Horse courssing He 's noozed for all Then hark well c. The sixteenth a Sheep-napper Whose trade 's so deep If he 's caught in the Corn He 's mark't for a Sheep The seventeenth a Dun-aker That will make vow's To go in the Country And steal all the Cows The eighteenth a Kid-napper Spirits young men Though he tip them the piks They nap him agen Then hark well c. The nineteenth is a Prigger Of the Cacklers Goes into the Country To visit the Farmers He steals their Poultry And thinks it no sin When into the Hen-roost I' th' night he gets in The twentieth a Thief-catcher So we him call If he nap a poor Tradesman He pays for all Then hark well c. There 's many more craftsmen Which I could name That do use such like trades Yet think it no shame These may a poor Convert Confess to his grief Are all the black Trades Of a Gentleman Thief Who though a good Workman Is seldome made free Till he rides on a Cart To be noozed on a Tree Then hark well And mark well See what doth befal 'T was the end of these twenty Sworn Brethren all Song 180. COme hither sweet Melancholly Now t is time to be Jolly Dame Fortune is poor And Venus a whore And Cupid is full of his folly I cannot but laugh to see men Thus dote on foolsh women Accursed are they With such Puppets to play And blessed is he that 's a free-man For as once I dearly lov'd a creature For vertue more than feature But she is grown coy That then was my Joy And she is of a weather-cock nature I lov'd her as a sister A thousand times I kist her Yet nevertheless I mist her These words in her mouth were common She 'd marry my self or no man But away she flew Like a Hawk from mew So fickle a thing is woman Chaste Life shall be my study My Closet a Walk that 's woody And during my life I 'le ne'r have a wife She 'l make my brains grow muddy My Muse shall be my Bedfellow A Bundle of Books my pillow And in stead of a Horn My bed I 'le adorn With a Garland made of Willow I 'le never more trust a woman That will prove constant to no man She sets up her guiles With flattering smiles With a purpose to undo man For they are always so fickle And in their behavior brittle Like grass that is old And falls from the mould They are sit to be trim'd with a sickle False Fondling now I 'le leave thee For thou wilt of my wits bereave me Although I am blind I evermore find Thou art constant to decieve me Prime youth lasts not age will follow And make all white thy Tresses yellow And when time shall date thy glory Then too late thou wilt be sorry Song 181. A King lives not a braver life Than we merry pris'ners do Though fools in freedom do conceive That we are in want and wo. When we never take care For providing our fare We have one that doth purvay For victual day by day What pray then can a King have more Than one that doth provide his store Kings have a Keeper so have we Although he be not a Lord Yet shall strut and swell as big as he And command all with a word All the Judges do appear Twice before us ev'ry year Where each one of us doth stand With the Law in his own hand Can Kings command then more than we Who of all Laws Commanders be Each to the Hall walks in his chain Where our Guard about us stand And all the Country comes in amain At holding up of a hand Though our Chaplain cannot preach Yet he 'l suddenly you teach To read of the hardest Psalm Doth not he deserve the Palm Ye Courtiers all ye cannot show Such Officers as these I trow Song 182. IN Love away you do me wrong I hope I have not liv'd so long Freed from the treach'ries of your eyes Now to be caught and made your prize No Lady 't is not all your Art Can make me and my freedom part In love with what with spanish Wine Or the French Juice in carnadine The Dimple or the other Grace But not in Love with your fair Face No there 's more sweetnâ—ss in pure wine Than either looks or lips of thine Your God you say can shoot so right Hee l wound a heart in th' darkest night Pray let him fling away his dart And see if he can hit my heart No Cupid know if thou'lt be mine Turn Gaâ—imedâ— and fill some Wine Then fill a cup of Perry And we will be merry There 's nought but pure wine Makes us Love sick and pine I le hug the cup and kiss it And sigh if I miss it 'T is that makes us Jolly Sing hey trolly lolly Song 183. A Maiden fair I dare not wed For fear I wear Acteons head A Maiden black is ever proud The little one is ever loud A Maiden that is tall of growth Is always subject unto sloth The fair the foul the little the tall Some fault remains among them all Song 184. NOw by my love the greatest Oath that is There 's none that loves thee half so well as I I do not neither ask your love for this For Heavens sake believe me or I die No faithful servant e're but did deserve His Master should believe that he did serve And I ask no more wages though I starve My love fair Beauty like thy self is pure Nor could I e're
in those Nations where they yet adore 85 Amarillis told her Swain 92 A womans rule should be in such a fashion 120 A pox on the Jayler and on his fat Jowls ibid. Amintas he once went astray 122 All in vain turn again why should I love her 129 All the Materials are the same 133 Among Rose-buds slept a Bee 147 About the sweet bag of a Bee ib. Alas poor Cupid art thou blind 148 A Tripe well broyl'd cannot be ill 157 Arm Arm Arm arm the Scouts are all come in 161 A curse upon thee for a slave 162 A silly poor Shepherd was folding his Sheep 174 After the pangs of a desperate lover 178 A maid I dare not tell her name 181 A young man lately in our town 185 A King lives not a braver life 295 A maiden fair I dare not wed 196 Ah Chloris that I now could sit 207 All Joy unto the happy pair ib. A maiden of late whose name was sweet Kate. 212 At dead low ebb of night when none 217 A Beggar got a Bayliff a Bayliff got a Yâ—oman 233 Ah Celia leave that cruel art 245 A Beggar a Beggar a Beggar I 'le be 263 B BReak Break distracted heart 87 Beyond the malice of abusive fate 89 Be thou that art my better part 96 Bess black as charcoal was found in a dark hole 103 Be gone be gone thou perjur'd man 107 Be not proud pretty one for I must love thee 145 Bring back my comforts and return 149 Bright Aurelia I do owe. 152 Beauty and Love once fell at odds 153 Brightest since your pittying eye 154 Bright Cynthia scorns alone to wear horns 214 By Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she 236 Be not thou so foolish nice 237 Bonny Kate Kenny Kate lay thy leg o're me 257 C CAll for the master Oh this is fine 94 Courtiers Courtiers think it no scorn 103 Chloris it is not in your power 105 Celemana of my heart none shall e're bereave you 106 Chloris farewel I now must go 110 Commit thy Ship unto the winde 137 Cast your caps and care away 142 Cupids no God a wanton childe 146 Chloris my Chloris comes in yonder Bark 148 Chloris when e're you do intend 151 Come fill with wine this lusty bowl 159 Come let us be friends and most mendly agree 160 Calm was the Evening and clear was the skie 179 Come hither sweet melancholy 193 Chloris forbear a while do not o'rejoy me 204 Come away bring on the bride 217 Charon O Charon thou wafter of the soul 221 Come Iack le ts drink a pot of Ale 238 Come Chloris hie we to the bower 241 Cook Laurel would have the Devil his guest 246 D DEar give me a thousand kisses 109 Down in a Garden sate my dearest love 125 Drink to me boy here 's to thee boy 150 Disputes daily arise and errors grow bolder 154 Dear love let me this ev'ning die 253 F FAirest Nymph my delay shames me a lover 85 Fine young folly though you wear 96 Fair Phydelia tempt no more 123 Fly Oh fly sad sighs and bear 133 Fear not dear love that I 'le reveal 160 Fear not my Genius 270 Fond love what dost thou mean 171 Fain would I wake you sweet but fear 172 From the fair Lavinian shore 177 Fear no more the heat o' th' Sun 185 Fair mistriss I would gladly know 220 Farewel fond Love under whose childish whip 291 G GOod Simon how comes it your Nose looks sored 119 Good Susan be as secret as you can ib. Give me more love or more disdain 163 Good people give ear whilst a story I tell 190 Go happy heart for thou shalt lie 206 Gaze not on thy beauties pride 232 Go with thy staff the Sea divide 262 Go treacherous hopes by whose uncertain fire 265 H HElp Help Oh Help divinity of love 114 Hang sorrow cast away care 117 Have you any work for a Tinker ib. Have you observ'd the wench in the street 118 How merrily looks the man that hath Gold 119 He that will win a widows heart 121 How happy and free is the plunder 130 He that marries a merry Lass 136 He deserved much better than so 147 He that will look for a swallows nest 155 How long shall I pine for love 158 How happy art thou and I 165 He that a Tinker a Tinker will be 174 Help love or else I sink for know 116 Have you any work for a Sowgelder Ho 197 Haste sluggish morn why dost thou stay 202 Hold Hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom. 223 Hang fear and cast away care 258 I I Dote I dote but am a sot to show it 98 If any so wise is that Sack he despises 118 If she be not kinde as fair 121 In the merry month of May 125 I 'm sick of love Oh let me lie 131 I feed a flame within which so torments me 132 I keep my Horse I keep my Whore 1â—5 I won ' not go to 't I mun not go to 't ib. I lov'd a lass a fair one 143 I love thee for thy sickleness 149 I am the Evening dark as night 150 Jo Hymen Jo Hymen Jo Hymen 162 In faith 't is true I am in love 169 I happy saw and faithful lov'd ib. I can love for an hour when I 'm at leasure 182 I courted a lass my folly 190 In love away yu do me wrong 166 I am a Rogue and a stout one 198 If she be fair I fear the rest 231 I le sing you a sonnet that ne'r was in print 234 I marvel Dick that having been 239 I went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd 257 I dream'd we both were in a bed 264 L LEt Votaries rearing up Altar and Shrine 88 Look see how unregarded now 108 Little love serves my turn 't is so enflaming 109 Ladies though to your conquering eyes 121 Love is a sower delight a sugred grief 127 Last night I dreamed of my Love 131 Like to the falling of a Star 137 Like a ring without a finger ib. Love and Wenches are toys 154 Loves empire as the world is wide 166 Let the Bells ring and the boys sing 173 Lawn as white as driven Snow 184 Let 's have a dance upon the heath 201 Look out bright eyes and bless the Air 222 Love I must tell thee I 'le no longer be 251 Love is a Bauble no man is able 252 M MMy Lodging it is on the cold ground 146 Make ready fair Lady to night 187 May I finde a woman fair 189 My Muse denies to Apollogize 201 N NEver more will I protest 102 Now fie on foolish Love it not besits ib. No more no more I must giive o're 109 Now Now Lucatia now make haste 115 No No thou all of red and white 167 Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins 175 Now by my love the greatest oath that is 127 No man loves fiery passion can approve 213 Now I confess I am
loves me Sir Forbear your hasty protestations I do believe your soul 's without a blemish and I glory in my choice Sir Leave your superfluous Language I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured with flattering Acrosticks or to have their names so dis-jointed in an Anagram 't would puzzle ten Magicians to set them together again Sir You have a good smack at Poetry and I grant you too Love and Poesie are divine commonly infused together yet 't is ordinarily tyed to rules of flattery Sir Your Oratory makes me suspect your faith let it suffice I love you Nor shall it be long ere Hymen shall seal the Contract Your very servant Sir Complements towards Ladies Gentlewomen Maids c. MAdam It is a vain illusion if you dream that ever you can gain a reputation by my ruine Madam The grace of eloquence is seated on your lips Madam Your beauty is the conqueress of man who is never to be satisfied with the lustre of your eyes Fair one your feature and your vertues excel all mortal sence Madam When I see you I am in paradice it is then that my eyes carve me out a feast of Love Madam Mortal eyes are never to be satisfied with the wonders of your beauty Madam Your complexion clear as is the skie was never fram'd but to be ador'd Madam Though my person is removed from you my purpose is not for I still retain and will till death the resolutions of being Madam Yours Madam I dare be confident you have too much Vertue to study the Art of dissimulation Madam Be faithful to him that dares look on death to preserve you or indure all the despights of fortune to defend your reputation Madam Your beauty hath so bereav'd me of my fear that I do account it far more possible to die than to forget you Fairest Take this for a certain truth I shall rather choose to abhor my self than to pitch my affectionate resolutions on any object but the excellence of your beauty Madam Your Kindred may be cruel in keeping us asunder but my heart shall never stray from the duty it bears to your Vertues Madam I shall ever sacrifice the best of my endeavours to the favour of your affections Madam It was not through a conceit of my own deserts that I have shot at so fair a mark as your Vertuous and innocent fair self my presumption hath onely this excuse it was directed by Love and I may well stray when my guide is blind Madam You have vanquished me I am an eternal prisoner to your beauty Fairest Your beauty is Loves Copy to read wonâ—ers on Madam Your soul is so divinely bright that what 〈◊〉 otherwise dare not approach to you lest it sees its â—wn deformity Madam You have my prayers at all times though you go hence we cannot be absent from one another â—ince I have placed you in the secret cabinet of my â—eart Oh Madam If the thoughts of your departure make me melancholly the real absence will be a misery worse than death Fair Maid It is cruelty to frown at parting that â—loud bids me expect a storm but oh what bliss I find in this deceit you seem angry by your â—rowns and yet each brow lodges loves deity within it Lady I did not intend to have written to you but my affection hath overswayed my reason be not still cruel lest you make me so desperate that I shall be no longer either my own or yours Madam Since I want merits to equallize your Vertues I will for ever mourn for my imperfections Dear Love My heart will not suffer my tongue to utter that fatal word â—arewel since when I lâ—ave you I shake hands with my most perfect object of Beatitude Madam If you know not how to love I know not how to live unless in torments Madam Be pleased to wear this Diamond which comes with an Ambition to recover a greater lustre by your smiles Madam Make me poor or miserable use your pleasure with me so you enrich me with your love Dear Lady Must I needs part with all my felicities at once Then adieu fair Sun of my soul and suppose â— am with you for we cannot part since our hearts so firmly are united Fair One Adieu Be still more fortunate and leâ— cruel whilst I though the most unhappy resolve to continue constant Madam Unless you give me your self it lies not iâ— your Art or power to requite that affection wherewith I do adore you Madam I never yet offered my affections to any beauty but your own since then you have the preheminence above all others be favourable to him that gives it and with it himself wholly to your disposal Madam give me but the favour to suffer me to discover my affections and then if you shall think fit silence me to perpetuity Madam Remember my respects when you are gone hence It will be some consolation to me though I have not the sight of your fair eyes if I may be assured you have me but sometimes in your thoughts Fair Lady My whole estate is summ'd up in your smiles Madam What crime of mine hath raised your angry frowns Madam To call you fair is an Epethite beneath your beauty Madam Cupid hath fixt himself in your eyes and wounds all that come but near him Blush fair Creature Blush since to be coy is to be cruel and to be cruel is to be otherwise than what you seem a Beauty Fairest It is now high time to cherish my desires let them be no longer prisoners to the shades of silence Dear Madam Your love is the perfection of my desires Fairest Make me so happy as to raise my affections to the honor of being yours Madam Be wise and dote not so much upon your own beauty the man with the bald pate can so alter your physnomy that in a short time it shall fright you more than a Judge doth a Thief Madam 'T is past your Art to shun me I will put a Girdle round about the world but I will finde you Madam You are the Queen of Beauties your vertues give a commanding power to every mortal Fair Lady 'T is your beauty is the divinity which mortals desire to know and to admire Lady Fine Your Tyrant-beauty hath but a short reign you cannot say 't is yours for you cannot dispose of it nor possess it long Madam 'T is true you are handsome but remember Faces are like Books they that study them do best know them and the truth is they are liked onely as they please the Courteous Reader Madam Why will you shun me let me but view my wealth otherwise where is my comfort more than if I should think to feed my eyes with looking on a Cask of Jewels in the dark Dear Lady I am happy in loving you but the most unhappy if you deny your love Dear Madam Compleat my Joys or the Gods themselves will rob me of you Madam I am sick of love be you my
Physitian or I shall suddenly expire Coy Mistriss Once I loved you but have learned more wit now than to follow such a blinde guide as Cupid I faith Widdow I am in love and 't is with you the untoward boy Cupid has wounded me 't is such a busie Urchin no person can be quiet for him He glides through the Isle of man in a minute gets into Middlesex and keeps his Christmass there till he 's fir'd out with heat and flames Scornful Girl Can you imagine I ever did intend to dote especially on that small stock of beauty of yours which serves only to convince me you are not extreamly ugly Excâ—llent Beauty Painters Poets nor Players were ever guilty of half so many cruelties as you by the darts of your eyes do exercise on those that admire you most Dear Madam When I am absent from you I am sick of love but every visit gives somewhat of consolation to my passion Lady I am wholly yours it is your beauty that hath taken me from my self Madam Your Vertues are my meditations you and my thoughts are never absent Madam you are the admiration of the world like a fair picture you draw all mens eyes to see and wonder Fair Creature You are that rich Cabinet wherein Nature hath lockt up all her raâ—ities Madam So to usurp an Authority is according to neither Law nor Reason Fair one This kiss from your inspiring hand will add to my former happiness Madam This Favor and you Crown your Servant Madam Your Beauty hath the Art to teach Christians to turn Idolaters Madam Be merciful or I am miserable your eyes are as the Ambassadors of life or death Divine Lady Could I be one of those wise men that rule the stars you might then conclude I might be able to govern my own affections Madam If there be a Heaven to reward vertues your name will be recorded in the Register of Saints Madam Your frowns are the emblems of death but your smiles give me a second being Madam To be absent from your service is a Torment since every of your Commands afford me a new Creation Madam I have pass'd my vows to confirm them I give you my heart and hand to continue yours till death Madam Confirm me in your favour with a smile Fair One I 'le pay the last tribute of my lips to your fair hands Madam Your heart is like pibble smooth but stoney Madam Continue constant and be assured I will rather loose my life than part with my resolutions of serving you Madam Since you are born into the world to be admir'd you should not eclipse your self from him that can live no longer than he serves you Most Divine Lady I could live an Age upon those Lips Madam I am real my love is white as Truth and innocent as Vertue Oh Madam Be like your self fair and not reâ—embling Narcissus benighted with the clouds of scorn Madam May heaven smile upon you farewel and prosper Madam You are all sweetness and I the admirer of your Vertuâ—s Oh let me â—ly into your bosom Madam Be not cruel but save that creature whose life depends on you whoâ—â— every power ownes not himselâ— but you Madam You are a Deity to whom my heart presents its devotioâ— Madam My soul is in a â—lame and remains a Sacrifice till you shall please to accept it Madam May I become the scorn of time when I prove so monstrous as to give you the least occasion to repent your love Madam Oh let me confirm my happiness upon your Lip and study there by some new way of number to multiply my bliss Madam The treasuries of Grace and Nature were quite exhausted to accomplish your perfections Madam My language is as my Intentions plain and real he that makes use of golden words does it only to gild over the corruptions of his soul. Dear Madam I am ravished with the well-tuned Harmony of your pleasant voice Lady I return to you all your Vows be free as the Air you breath in Madam Can you be so unjust as to deem my language feigned I will sooner forget to eat than to honor you Madam Far be it from me to speak a language should displease your ear Farewel incomparable Mistriss Madam Had I a hundred hearts I should want room to entertain your love Madam Be assured I will either enjoy you or die a Martyr in your quarrel Madam for your sweet sake my meditations are loaded with Metaphors I am valiant witty and will be any thing to be yours Mistriss To be plain with you I love you but I want utterance and that is a good sign Sweet bit of beauty the delight of mine own soul I am come to visit thee and have brought with me a hundred thousand salutations Most resplendant Lady I am full of the fruits of love and should be proud if you would be pleased to participate Dear Morâ—el of Modesty How I love you and so sincerely that I protest to make you Mistriss of my thoughts Lady of my returns and commit all my Moveables into your hands and upon the same I give you an earnest kiss in the high road to Matrimony My Dear Girl Thou hast catcht me my heart thou hast had before now here 's my hand Fair One Seal my pardon for my former rudeness and may I forget my love if I loose my civility hereafter Madam I owe all that I have to your Beauty it is the sole Commandress of my thoughts Dear Madam The breath of new blown Roses is not more sweet than yours I could kiss thee till I engender on thy lips Madam By your fair self I love you with as much true zeal as Anchorites do their prayers Dear Mistriss I am in paradice when I but dream of your perfections Fair Lady A thousand Cupids call me to kiss your hands Fairest By the Law of Love and Arms I may demand a kiss Madam You are the fairest Nature ever did design for wonder Madam The perfume of your sweet breath informs me your Mother fed on Roses when she bred you Madam I shall be more grateful than to slight those benefits you showre upon me Fair One You have taught me to despise my self I can do nothing but admire your Vertues If I am void of Reason Fairest creature suffer Love to be my Advocate that will not allow of limits Mistriss Be not angry if I tell you my love when once abused may turn into a fury Without doubt Madam if the Gods as Poets fancie created Beauty it was their Master-peice since they themselves are unable to oppose that force which they ordain'd Madam It is impossible any one should see your beauty and not become a captive Madam I shall forbear to talk of Beauty or of Vertue unless you are present Madam I should be ignorant of what is rare did not your Vertues instruct my understanding Madam They that diminish your worth or Beautie dare rob all that is good and sin against
your safety and reputation that so we may continue friends for be assured you cannot finde out a more ready way to provoke my wrath than your perseverance which will occasion me to proclaim my self Sir Your incensed Enemy 87. A Virgin to her Parents that would have her matched to one whom she cannot love Most Dear Parents I Beseech you let the Rules of Nature be so prevalent with you as not to marry me to the man whom you design but if you do resolve that I shall marry let it be to one that I shall love or to my grave be not over-ruled by the thought of Avarice lest you become inhumane to your own bloud and make me Your sad sorrowful and afflicted Daughter 88. A Gentlemans first Address to his Mistriss Beauteous Lady YOur feature is so glorious that I must needs acknowledge I do verily believe Nature hath not one Piece of Art that she can more boast of nor is there any Lady under Heaven to whom I owe a greater reverence were your affections but correspondent to mine I would vie for happiness with the proudest Prince under the bright Canopy of the Celestial Orb but without your love I cannot live which will be a sufficient evidence that you are the efficient cause of my ruine Madam I humbly implore your favor make me your adopted servant and use me and what is mine as yours for I account no glory greater than that of being Lovely Lady Your obedient Vassal 8â— Another to the same effect Mirror of Women PArdon the presumption of a stranger that having lately lost his heart makes an enquiry for it of one who is composed of nothing but what consists of Innocence and Vertue and from thence I have this consolation that knowing it is in your possession I question not but you will be noble to it either for love or pities sakeâ— Dear Lady give me leave to pay my visits to it and if I may be so happy let me accompany it by being registred among the chief of your adorers I confess my encouragements are small having attempted nothing yet that might make me capable of your smiles and being acquainted onely with your worth yet such is the over-ruling power of your Beauty that though my eyes were but once blessed with a sight of your peerless Perfections my soul immediately became a Captive to your Vertues and being now at your disposal I shall hope to finde you merciful that I may not languish in an adverse fortune since you are naturally tender and I am fair Nymph Yours wholly in the bonds of firm affection 90. A Courteous Lass to her Paramour who had gotten her with Childe Dear Sir I Am now constrained to conâ—ine my self to a retired life such is the fruit of our late daliance that I am become obvious and without your company shall be odious to all that see me and like your self the Babe in my womb is continually exercising it self in an activity that affords me but little rest You cannot forget your promises to marry me ere you could prevail with me to satisfie your pleasures Sweet Sir let your stay be short for prolixity is dangerous to both our Reputations I languish till you come and till then and ever shall remain My Dear Soul Yours to love and live with you 91. A Gentleman to his once scornful but now Affectionate Mistress Madam YOur sighs and flatteries are not prevalent enough since I have now disposed of my resolutions so firmly as that they are beyond the power of either of us to recal Nor am I one of those puny Lovers that think it reasonable to lay my love at your feet after it hath so inhumanely received your slights I once loved you too well but now have so opened the eyes of my understanding that I can more plainly see my own worth and your frailty You are now so kinde as to make vows of love to me and I am so little an infidel as to believe you and therefore since you have a love for me I conjure you by that love you bear me that you trouble me no more but henceforth study to forget that I ever was so much as Your loving Friend 9â— A Kinde-hearted Gentlewoman to her boasting Favorite Vngrateful man HAth my love to you deserved no better than your scorns did I receive you to my embraces through my weak belief of your treacherous Vows and do you requite me with the ruine of my Reputation Degenerate Monster can you be so sottish as to think you do not wound your own fame when you strike at me will not all men abhor you and though they permit you a hearing yet esteem of you as one of Natures Prodigies But to be more plain with you be so wise as to forbear your foul reproaches lest you receive a Pistol or a Ponyard from some one or other that may be sensible of your unworthy usage to Base Wretch Your mortal Enemy 93. The Lover to his inconstant Mistriss Lady YOur love was once my Paradise nor did I esteem my self happy in ought else but now perceiving your Ambition hath betrayed your Honor and corrupted your affection towards me give me leave to tell you since you can forget to love I can as easily forget to sigh and from this minute shall disown you for being the object of my delight since I think it not at â—â—l difficult to finde a Mistriss of more worth and constancy May you possess a Husband equal to your deserts I wish you no greater Plague Farewel Songs Alamode Composed by the most Refined Wits of this Age. Song 1. AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar and their aid implore 'T is not the workman nor the preciouâ— wood But 't is the worshipper that makes the God So cruel Fair though Heaven has giv'n thee all We mortals Vertue or can Beauty call 'T is we that give the thunder to your frowns Darts to your eyes and to our selves the wounds Without our love which proudly you deride Vain were your Beauty and more vain your Pride All envy'd beings that the world can show Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow. Subjects make Kings and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign Onely this difâ—erence Beauties Realm can boast Where most it favors it enslaves the most And those to whom 't is most indulgent found Are ever in the surest fetters bound No Tyrant yet but thee was ever known Cruel to them that serv'd to make him one Valor 's a Vice if not with Honor joyn'd And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kinde Song 2. FAirest Nymph my delay Shames me a Lover Which I will now repay Since I discover Those Beauties and Graces Which so adorn thee And makes thee grow proud That it hath born thee At the Wakes and the Fairs And ev'ry Meeting He 's onely happy can Dance with my Sweeting Where all that stand about Still gaze upon her And
IF she be not kinde as fair But peevish and unhandy Leave her she 's onely worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy I would not have thee such an Ass Hadst thou nere so much leasure To sigh and whine for such a Lass Whoâ—e pride 's above her pleasure Make much of ev'ry buxom Girl Which needs but little courting Her value is above the pearl That takes delight in sporting A Catch 62. HE that will win a widdows heart Must bear up briskly to her She loves the Lad that 's free and smart But hates the formal Wooer Song 63. LAdies though to your conqu'ring eyes Love owes his chiefest Victoriâ—s And borrows those bright Arms from you With which he does the world subdue Yet you your selves are not above The Empire nor the griâ—fs of Love Then wrack not Lovers with disdain Lest Love on you revenge her pain You are not free because y' are faiâ— The Boy did not his Mother spare Beauty 's but an offensive Dart It is no Armour for the Heart Song 64 PHillis though your powerful charms Have forc'd me from my Caelia's Arms That sure defence against all Pow'rs But those resistless eyes of yours Think not your Conquest to maintain By rigour or unjust disdain In vain fair Nymph in vain you strive For Love do's seldom hope survive My heart may languish for a time While all your glories in their prime May justifie their cruelty By the same force that conquer'd me When Age shall come at whose command Those Troops of Beauty's must disband A Tyrants strength once took away What slave 's so dull as to obey Those threatning dangers to remove Make me believe at least you love Dissemble well and by that art Preserve and govern still my heart But if you 'l choose another way To save your Empire from decay Oh then for ever fix your throne Be kinde but kinde to me alone Song 65. A Myntas he once went astray But now again hath found his way Mad Lovers oft do please themselves With noise and janglings of the Bells And fancie there some warbling Note As Ecchoing from a Mistriss throat And why disturb'd then should they be Since Love on Earth's our Diety But those who reason do preserve Make all things to their purpose serve Taught then by that example I Loves power now will soon defie Although fond Cupid once prevail'd His passions not on me entail'd No Son of his I 'le boldly say I 'm made of Steel and not of Clay Hold let me not this God despise For fear he rob me of my eyes His pow'r subjects and can destroy I 'le therefore stoop unto the Boy By yielding to his moderate fire I may an easier way expire So sweet a death gives us no pain Whilst dying we revive again Song 66. FAir Phydelia tempt no more I can thy Beauty now no more adore Nor offer to thy shrine I serve a more Divine And greatâ—r far than you Hark the Trumpet calls away We must go Lest the foe Get the field and win the day Then march bravely on Charge them in the Van. Our cause Gods is Though the odd's is Ten times ten to one Tempt no more I may not yield Although thine eyes A Kingdom may surprize Leave off thy wanton tales The High-born Prince of Wales Is mounted in the field Where the Loyal Gentry flock Though forlorn Nobly born Of a ne'r decaying Stock Cavaliers be bold Bravely keep your hold He that loyters Is by Traytors Meerly bought and sold. One Kiss more and so farewel Fie no more I prethee fool give o're Why cloudst thou thus thy beams I see by these extreams A woman's heaven or hell Pray the King enjoy his own That the Queen May be seen With her Babes on Englands Throne Rally up your men One shall vanquish ten Victory we come to try Our Valour once agen Song 67. WEre Celia but as chaste as fair How could I kiss the Snare And never be Weary of my Captivity But shee 's a whore that cools my blood Oh that she were less handsom or more good Would you believe that there can rest Deceit within that brest Or that those eyes Which look like friends are onely spies But shee 's a whore yet sure I lie May there not be degrees of chastity No no what means that wanton smile But onely to beguile Thus did the first Of women make all men accurst I for their fakes give women o're The first was false the fairest was a whore Song 68. THe morning doth waste To the Meadows let 's haste For the Sun doth with glory shine on them The Maidens must rake Whilest the Haycocks we make Then merrily tumble upon them The envy of Court Ne'r aims at our sport For we live both honest and meanly Their Ladies are fine But to Venus encline And our Lasses are harmless and cleanly Then let us advance Our selves in a Dance And afterwards fall to our labor No measure we meet Nor Musick so sweet To us as a Pipe and a Tabor Song 69. IN the merry moneth of May On a morn by break of day Forth I walked the Woods so wide When as May was in her pride There I spied all alone Philliday and Coridon Much ado 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 he had lov'd her long She said love should do no wrong Coridon would kiss her then She said maids must kiss no men Till they kiss for good and all Then she made the shepherds call All the Gods to witness south Ne'r was lov'd a fairer youth Then with many a pretty Oath As yea and nay and faith and troath Such as silly shepherds use When they will not love abuse Love that had been long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Philliday with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May. Song 70. DOwn in a Garden sate my dearest love Her skin more soft than doun of Swan More tender hearted than the Turtle Dove And far more kinde then bleeding Pellican I courted her she rose and blushing said Why was I born to live and die a Maid With that I pluckt a pretty Marygold Whose dewy leaves shut up when day is done Sweeting I said arise look and behold A pretty Riddle I 'le to thee unfold These leaves shut in as close as cloyster'd Nun Yet will they open when they see the Sun What mean you by this Riddle Sir she said I pray expound it Then I thus began Are not men made for Maids and Maids for men With that she chang'd her colour and grew wan Since now this Riddle you so well unfold Be you the Sun I 'le be the Marygold Song 71. THe Pot and the Pipe The Cup and the Can Have quite undone quite undone Many a Man The Hawk and the Hound The Dice and the Whore Have quite undone quite undone Many a Score Song 72. LOve is a sowre
for a slave Art thou here and heardst 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 mens with weather Couldst 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 raign abroad Better a thousand lives it cost Than have brave Anger spilt or lost Song 133. PEace and silence be the guide To the Man and to the Bride If there be a Joy yet new In marriage let it fall on you That all the world may wonder If we should stay we should do worse And turn our blessings to a curse By keeping you asunder Another 134. JO Hymen Jo Hymen Jo Hymen Was wont to be still the old Song At high Nuptial Feasts Where the merry merry merry Guests With joy and good and wishes did throng But to this new Wedding new notes do I bring To rail at thee Hymen while sadly I sing Fie ô Hymen fie ô Hymen fie ô Hymen What hands and what hearts dost thou knit A widow that 's poor And a very very whore To an Heir that wants nothing but wit Yet thus far ô Hymen thy answer is made When his means are spent they may live by her trade Song 135. GIve me more love or more disdain The torrid or the frozen Zone Bring equal case unto my pain The temperate afford me none Either extream of love or hate Is sweeter than a calm estate Give me a storm if it be love Like Danae in a golden showre I swim in pleasure if it prove Disdain that torrent will devour My Vulture hopes And he 's possest Of heaven that 's but from hell releast Then crown my Joys or cure my pain Give me more love or more disdain Song 136. TEll me prithee faithless Swain Tell me prithee faithless Swain Why you did such passion feign On purpose to deceive me I no sooner lov'd again But you again to leave me Phillis we must blame our fate Phillis we must blame our fate Kindness bears a certain date And e're those Joys we tasted You in peevishness and state The time had almost wasted 'T was my love did yours destroy 'T was my love did yours destroy Strephon had I still been coy I know you still would prize me Think you dream'd you did enjoy And then you 'l not despise me Love like other native fires Love like other native fires Leaves what 's burnt and strait desires Fresh Objects to be choosing Repetition always tyres And all 's the worse for using Once again thy love pursue Once again thy love pursue And my scorns I will renew But passion doth so sway me That should I my sighs subdue My tears would soon betray me Sigh no more nor weep in vain Sigh no more nor weep in vain Nymph your Beauty soon will gain A more deserving Lover Slaves that once have broke their chains You hardly can recover Song 137. TEll me no more you love in vain Fair Celia you this passion feign Can those pretend to love that do Refuse what love perswades us too Who once has felt his active flame Dull Laws of Honor does disdain You would be thought his slave and yet You will not to his pow'r submit More cruel then those Beauties are Whose coyness wounds us with despair For all the kindness which you show Each Smile and Kiss which you bestow Are like those Cordials which we give To dying men to make them live And languish cut an hour in pain Be kinder Celia or Disdain Song 138. HOw happy art thou and I That never knew how to love There 's no such Blessings here beneath What e're there is above 'T is Liberty 't is Liberty Every wise man doth love Song 139. WHy should onely Man be ty'd To a foolish female thing When all Creatures else beside Birds and Beasts change every Spring Who would then to one be bound When so many may be found Why should I my self confine To the limits of one place When I have all Europe mine Where I list to run my race Who would theâ— to one be bound When so many may be found Would you think him wise that now Still one sort of meat doth eat When both Sea and Land allow Sundry sorts of other meat Who would then to one be bound When so many may be found E're old Saturn chang'd his throne Freedom reign'd and banisht strife Where was he that knew his own Or who call'd a woman wife Who would then to one bound When so many may be found Ten times happier are those men That enjoy'd those golden days Until time 's redress'd agen I will never Hymen praise Who is it would to one be bound When so many may be found Song 140. LOve's Empire as the world is wide All living creatures Lovers be And those which have no life beside Love by a secret sympathy Nay Gods themselves who limit destiny To Love's almighty Scepter subject be Under gilt Rooâ—s in humble Cells In Desarts and in Princes Courts This uncontrouled Power dwells Love unto every place resorts And all the world under his yoke does faint But he 's a Monarch that brooks no restraint Song 141. OH Chloris would the Gods allow We e're might love as we love now What greater Joys hath earth in store Or Heav'n it self to give us more For nothing sure so sweet can prove As pleasures of beginning Love But Love when to its heighth arriv'd Of all our Joys is shortest liv'd Its morning past it sets so soon That none can finde the afternoon And of that little time is lent Half in unkindness is mis-spent Since Fate to Love such short life gives And Love 's so tender whilst it lives Let us remove main fears away So to prevent its first decay For Love like blood let out before Will loose its power and cure no more Song 142. 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 though thou' rt young And though thou hast a pretty tongue And every word that thou dost say Might lead a Princes heart astray Yet all those Traps will ne'r catch me I must have kinder Snares from thee 'Lass 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 flie 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
be For when it is night in the barn tumbles he We throw down no Altar Nor ever do falter So much as to change a Gold chain for a halter Though some men do flout us And others do doubt us We commonly bear forty pieces about us But many good fellows are fine and look fiercer That owe for their cloaths to their Taylor and Mercer And if from the Stocks I can keep out my feet I fear not the Compter Kings-bench nor the Fleet. Sometimes I do frame My self to be lame And when a Coach comes I do hop to my game We seldom miscarry Or ever do marry By the Gowns Common-Prayer or Cloak Directory But Simon and Susan like birds of a feather They kiss and they laugh and so lie down together Like Pigs in the Pease-straw intangled they lie Till there they beget such a bold Regue as I. Song 257. I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smoothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kiss thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Loye give me more such nights as these Song 258. GO treacherous hopes by whose uncertain fire I cherish my tyrannical desire Love is a more uncertain ghess than care And my fate 's such That will cost as much To love as to despair 'T is true our lives are but a long disease Made up with real care and seeming ease Ye Gods that such uncertain favours give Oh tell me why It is so hard to die And such a task to live Song 259. WWhy should we boast of Arthur and his Knights Knowing how many men have performed fights Or why should we speak of Sir Lancelot du Lake Or Sir Tristram du Leon who fought for Ladies sake Read old Stories and there you shall see How St. George St. George he made the Dragon flee St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony soit qui mal y pense To speak of the Monarchs it were too long to tell And likewise of the Romans how far they â—id excel Hannibal and Scipio they many a field did fight Orlando Furioso he was a valiant Knight Romulus and Rhemus were those that Rome did build But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath kill'd St. George c. Iephtha and Gideon they led their men to fight The Gibbonites and Ammonites they put them all to slight Hercules's valour was in the Vale of Basse And Sampson slew a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Ass And when that he was blinde pull'd the Temple to the ground But St. George St. George the Dragon did confound St. George c. Valentine and Orson they came of Pepius blood Alfrid and Aldricus they were brave Knights and good The four sons of Ammon that fought with Charlemain Sir Hugh de Boudeaux and Godfrey de Bullaigne These were all French Knights the Pagans did convert But St. George St. George pull'd out the Dragons heart St. George c. Henry the fiâ—th he conquered all France He quartered their Armies honour to advance He raced their Walls and pull'd their Cities down And he garnish'd his Land with a double triple Crown He thumped the French and after home he came But St. George St. George he made the Dragon tame St. George c. St. David you know loves Leâ—ks and toasted Cheese And Iasan was the man broughâ— home the golden Fleece And Patrick you know he was St. Georges boy Sâ—ven years he kept his Horse and then stole him away For which knavish Act a slave he doth remain But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath slain St. George c. Tamberlain the Emperour in Iron Cage did Crown With his bloody slag displayâ—d before the Town Scanderbeg magnanimous Mahomets Baâ—haw did dread Whose victorious bones were worn when he was dead His Beglerbegs his corn-like-dregs 〈◊〉 astriot he was call'd But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath mauld St. George c. Ottoman the Tartar he came of Persia's Race The great Mogul with his chest so full of Cloves and Mace The Grecian youth Bucephalus he madly did bestride But these with their Worthies Nine St. George did them deride Gustavus Adolphus was Sweedlands warlike King But St. George St. George pull'd forth the Dragons Sting St. George c. Pendragon and Cadwallader of brittish blood 〈…〉 oast Though Iohn of Gaunt his foes did daunt St. George shall rule the roast Agamemnon and Cleomedon and Macedon did feats But compared to our Champion they are but meerly cheats Brave Malta Knights in Turkish fights their brandish Swords outdrew But St. George met the Dragon and ran him through and through St. George c. Bidia the Amazon Porteus overthâ—ew As fierce as any Vandal Goth Sarazen or Iew The potent Holofernes as he lay on his bed In came wise Iudith and subtly stole his head Brave Cyclops stout with Iove he fought although he showr'd down thunder But St. George kill'd the Dragon and is not that a wonder St. George c. Marke Anthony I le warrant you plaid feats with Egypts Queen Sr. Eglemore that valiant Knight the like was never seen Grim Gorgons might was known in fight Old â—evis most men frighted The Myrmidons and Prester Iohns why were not these men Knighted Brave Spinola took Bredah Nassaw did it recover But St. George met the Dragon and turn'd him o're and over St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony â—eit qui mal y pense Song 260. SWift as the feet of Leda I Will to Olymphus flowred bosom slye And there lie quaffing in mortallity Who tastes such sweets those hearts can never die The Cyprus Queen's not half so fair Beautie her self can't with my Love compare She doth impale all things the Gods count rare Come vy with her what Sublunary dare Her Neck 's a tower of Snow her head A Rosie Globe with curling Amber spread Whose darts are able to amase the dead And make them leap from their cold shady Bed When she first opes her cased Eyes You 'd swear two Suns at once broke through the skies Or that they were bright Lamps of Paradice The sawcy Gazer on those splendor dies Her Ivory Brows a Throne erect To arbitrate betwixt each Lovers Sect Her footstool with majestick Arch is deckt It frowns to death Loves wanton Heretick Descending hence a little grows A lovely Gnomon rustick call'd the Nose Each side two blushing Hemisphere's disclose Where th' Lilly's youthful Bridal with the Rosâ— Her lips like Gates of Rubies show And opens where two Sets of Pearl doth grow In Corral Sockets bending like a Bow Whose worth the Lapidaries do not know Hence breaks a Voice such harmony Is able to transform a Deity And cause the dead to live the living die Orpheuâ— and Amphion at it mute doth lie Have you not seen at Sacrifices How
to bear the true image of your own and your name is likewise near it for since you told me it should be called I wrote it in my very heart I have nothing more to say but onely to desire you to be so true to your self and me as to remember and perform your Vow if not be so merciful as to rid me of a loathsom life for if you do neither my disgrace will be publick and rather than live your Strumpet I should esteem it a greater happiness since my misfortunes have brought me to the misery to die Your Sacrifice 31. The Lady to her importunate Lover Sir SInce you are resolved to be troublesom I shall likewise resolve to be impatient let me not be any more perplexed with your impertinent pretences or assure your self if my advice be flighted and you continue as vain as formerly I have so much interest in those that have worth and honor as to engage them to correct your insolency and that not with Fist or Cane but Weapons less vulgar and more dangerous therefore be advised before it be too late since I am designed for another and not likely however to be Yours The Answer 32. The Lover to his Threatning Lady Worthy Lady CAn you think I can live and want your love Or can you imagine I can fear Death it self when I am inspired by the thoughts of you I will not be so uncivil as to tax you with cruelty or say your heart is made of Adamant but be assured who ever dares be so vainly proud as to assault me I have a Sword sharp as his and a Pistol that barks as loud as his but if I chance to fall in so fair a Quarrel my Soul is so entirely fixt to your vertues that if any chance afterward to injure you or defile your honor it will appear in your defence for I have made it my resolution to be Dear Madam Yours living or in death 33. A Letter of Enquiry from friend to friend My good Friend I Am designed now to be troublâ—som to you but it is onely that I may be satisfied in two points first I am to tell you I live as a thing without rest or patience and shall continue so till I hear how you escaped in the late accident for I hold my self concerned in all your dangers and shall readily enlarge mine so I may contract yours But if I may suppose as well as hope that you are safe the next happiness that my ambition aims at is your society which if I can obtain I may perhaps recover my understanding and shall thereby be the more enabled to render all acknowledgements due from Your Friend so love and serve you 34. Comfortable Advice to a Friend on the death of a Son or other near Relation Dear Sir I Am hugely sensible of your great loss and as great grief and that is it that hath given wing to my affections thus to advise you as you are a Christian not to afflict your self too much since it was the pleasure of Almighty God to summon his servant to himsâ—lf cast your self into the arms of his Mercy and he will certainly give you a full measure of Comfort for it is that is the Fountain of Consolation nor doth any thing in this poor world happen by chance but according to his divine Pleasure and Counsel sin onely excepted nor is any thing accidental to him though they seem so to us for his wisdom hath ordained all things from all eternity And if a little Sparrow or a hair of our Head have a share in his Providence consider then how such an infinite Power which is vested with such an infinite wisdom and goodness can possibly let any thing arrive to any such creature as for whom he died which shall not be absolutely good and necessary for him For Jesus sake Sir be your self or rather petition to him that in this urgent occasion you may be more than so God make and keep you ever happy or make you less miserable than I fear you are now making your self This is and shall be the desires and prayer of Sir Your cordial well-wisher and very humble servant 35. A Tender of Service to a Mistriss Divine Lady YOu are the first to whom I ever became bound in the bonds of Love and hold it as well my duty as my interest no longer to conceal how much I honor and admire you I had thoughts Madam divers times to acquaint you herewith before since it hath been my great happiness to be admitted into your fair presence but durst not take the confidence till now if my affections have been too powerful for my discretion and so compelled me to commit an error I doubt not your goodness will excuse it since it was purely out of a sincere zeal to do you service nor could I dissemble my ambition any longer Let it suffice Dear Lady that I am now a prisoner to your Beauty and from the Bar of Love do make it my suit that you please to honor me with a favorable answer to these Lines that you may enable me to make a happy Reply or otherwise such a one as may be too late esteemed unhappy as bearing the doleful tidings of his fate that vows to be Yours though in death The Answer 36. A disdainful Lady to her Servant Sir I Received your amorous Epistle and cannot as I am a Woman and a Christian but have so much charity as to pity though I cannot love you since it is a duty I confess I conceive to be due to all persons either Sick or Lunatick but I confess my nature is of another constitution for you are the first to my remembrance that I ever hated which now at length I thought good to let you know because indeed I do not apprehend how you deserve my dissimulation Let it suffice I shall study to revenge this insolency but yet so as not to honor you with the knowledge of how or wherein And as for the felicity which you think you have in being able to make a Reply either happy or unhappy you may choose whether it shall be made or not but if it comes to my hands it shall then be at my choice whether to be burned or read for the sake of a little laughter But my advice is that you spare the pains for it will be but lost labor upon Your Friend if you will be your own 37. A sick Lady to a Gentleman Sir THough I want strength to express my self so amply as I would yet this may serve to let you â—ee I do not forget you though I am indisposed to â—hink of any but there is no thanks due from you for this civility since I do it for my own advantage for I always finde such a satisfaction in all the respects which I pay you as that I expect if not an amendment yet a contentment at the least from the honor which I give my self of saying with abundance
of truth that I am Exceedingly yours The Answer 38. A Gentleman to a sick Lady Madam IF I were able to express the Joy which I received from your late Letter I am confident you would not be ill pleased with mine yet though the Letter was most freely welcome as being your Ambassador I confess when its Errand was delivered whereby I understood the condition you were in I could not forbear some passionate incivilities to the poor Paper but I do not despair of obtaining your pardon for it for you ever profess to love kindness and I am very believing that you cannot finde more in the heart of any creature than mine That I may conclude you may in time be brought to think so be pleased to follow my Advice be extream careful to preserve your self this Winter for the season will not easily assist you towards a speedy Recovery but I hope the prayers of all your friends will and I want not the consolation of believing that some use may be made of his who is Madam Infinitely yours to serve you 39. The Lover to his unbelieving Mistress Fairest Lady IT is my unhappiness to love and not to be believed what assurance shall I render to satisfie your credulity if death or danger may convince you but your commands and then let your experience be the Judge Is there that wretch that hath offended you name him and make me your scourge or shall I combat with some furious Lion or try my strength against an angry Bear These or what may seem more dreadful shall be eagerly performed since fortune must needs favour those whom your love inspires let me but once obtain that and I shall fear nothing but a surfeit of Joy and Happiness as being mortal yet Bright Goddess Your humble Votary The Answer 40. The Lady to her Lover Dear Sir I Received your late Epistle which was not with me before I wished it but give me leave to tell you I do observe your affection to be but luke-warm for though I do not delight in great Titles yet I know it hath been usual and is still for Lovers when they have an occasion to express their zeal for a Lady to give all their adornmentâ— that the Art of Words or Memory can adde to a deserving Beauty This I say onely to inform you that I can notifie your neglect in this particular But I will conclude it was either your bashfulness or else your subtelty to try my simplicity and love But for the future pray remove all doubts and assume no more a Counterfeit for liberty of trying my patience when you know I would pull out my own heart did it entertain a thought of alteration fear not me but do you your self remember those protestations you have so solemnly and devoutly made and thereby enflamed my affection Let Vertue and constant Love be still your inseparable Companions so may you conclude I shall esteem you my treasure and will be no less Yours to perpetuity 41. The Lover to his Mistress having gained her affection Life of my Love BEing overjoyed for the great treasure I am lately blessed with I could not contain my self till I had wrote to thee to assure thee once more of the great felicity I enjoy since the happy Contract between thy dear self and me I never was really happy till now I had before but a meer glance of Paradise but now an absolute possession now all my joyes are become acquainted with my sense before I was onely made up of Fancies and Airy imaginations I had then but a glimps of those fair flowers the Roses and Lillies of thy cheeks but am now happily arrived to the unimaginable pleasure of gathering My senses are much too narrow to entertain their bounteous flowings they have fed even to a surfeit and I have nothing more to fear than my happiness lest excess swell me till I burst Then will Cupid be more cruel than before since when I was out sick of love and dangers were not so great as â—ow But why do I talk of danger I will fear noâ—hing whilst I have thy love to guard me for by the â—orce of that I dare promise my self not onely happiâ—ess and safety but all the blessings that can attend â— zealous Lover as I have been and will be while I â—ave power to be my Dear Thine onely and for ever 42. A Gentleman to his Lady upon his urgent occasions of taking a Iourney Honored and dear Lady HAd not Christianity tyed me to a stricter rule I could even curse the severity of my fate since necessity compels me to be banished from you and consequâ—ntly from my self for let me go never so far distant my heart will be always in your custody and the thoughts of your dear Self shall be my onely consolation But that I should be thus enjoyned to remove my person from you in whom consisteth all my comfort and delight is no small grief to me especially considering the life I apprehended in your favour the Heaven that I discovered in your Smiles and all those Elizium Joys that adorned your countenance yet since it must be so be assured my Dear Dear I shall not forget the Vows of my Devotion and I will be proud to publish your Vertues to the ignorant world till I become compleatly happy in an Experience of your Constancy nor shall I move in any other Sphere than what your influence doth govern and will sooner languish to the worst of Deaths than love any but your Divine self Thus my onely Joy leaving my heart in your tuition I onely beseech you to be tender of it for its own for yours or for my sake and in expectation of my happy return I rest Your faithful humble servant The Answer 43. A Lady to her Lover upon his taking a Iourney Dear Sir I Would pour forth as many Curses on my fate as you can invent for yours but that I have an ambition to be like you in all things especially in what becomes a Christian and a Lover But since as you say necessity doth compel you to take a Journey and I dare not doubt the least account of your lips I must study to be content and to exercise all that patience Heaven will be pleased to afford my Prayers and since you have honored me with the custody of so great a charge as is your most noble Heart be confident I shall cherish it as the Apple of mine own Eye and as a Hostage for my fidelity and your security I assign you mine be equally careful of it as you honor your self or me and I shall be no less studiâ—us to declare your worth than to preserve my own fame which never can be tainted while I remain as I have resolved Yours ever in constancy and service 44. A crack't Virgin to her deceitful Friend who hath forsook her for the love of a Strumpet Base Man NOw you appear so foul that nothing can be more monstrous is
Odrission Lyre that Dolphins forsook their wilde Natures when they heard the melody of Arions Harp humbling their backs of scales to bear him from the violence of Neptune and his angry waves It is theâ— beneath a wonder if the world stand amazed at your voice should the fierce Tyger or the raging Boar but hear you speak they would change their unbridled natures into the modesty of devout Adorers One accent from your delicate and incomparable lips are sufficient to give life to a dying man and to revive into Childe-hood the chil and cold clods of Age. One smile of yours can work more miracles than Esons Experience found in Medeas Bath How happy am I then in your love I am nothing beneath the great Monarch of the greatest Empire and may I fall from all Fortunes to my absolute ruine when I forget to be Most Honored Lady Your Beauties slave The Answer 62. A Lady to her Affected Lover My Happiness and Ioy YOur large Commendations and liberal Expressions towards me do certainly assure me that your affection to me is real yet though I cannot requiâ—e your courtesies with a reprehension I think I ought in justice to give you this Cautionary Information that though you may think as you say others may be of another minde and some Critick may chance to finde those faults in your Rhetorick which you that see with the Multiplying-glass of Love cannot perceive Therefore lest you forfeit your wisdom forbear these Hyperbolies hereafter since the reciprocal tryals that have passed between us do sufficiently declare the mutual coherency of our affections Let me implore you to be more reserved in this point if you respect my love or me for what need such lofty lines that savour so much of flattery when you know I hyve made it my resolution to be Yours and onely yours 63. A Lady to her despairing Lover who had deserted his suit at the first Repulse Sir I Have expected either to have seen or heard farther from you but I perceive you are but a raw Souldier and but lately engaged under Cupids banner otherwise you would not have given over the Skirmish for a small Repulse For though I can afford you a room in my heart and all thâ— love that is there is for you and your worth yet you might well tax me with lenity or suppose me extream forward should I yield at the first summous without having the least experience either of your love or loyalty But be confident for I dare write more than I durst speak since this Paper cannot bluâ—h though I may I have had a very high respect and honor for you since the first moment that made me happy with your presence I suppose a word to the wise may be sufficient if you have a kindness for me you perceive I am ready to go out of the road of a Maidens modesty onely to meet with you Be not so much like your Sex as to slight me now you have that thrown upon you which with so much ardency you seemed to court before for I can judge of Justice as well as Love but if you will favor me with your company or at least a line or two you will not onely give me abundance of satisfaction but engage me to be Sir Yours for ever 64. A Gentleman to a fair Lady whom he accidentally discovered at a Window Lovely Lady JUstice and Honor kiss your Hands and so far plead my Cause as to tell you you are obliged to shew me favor since for your sake I have undergone the vehement tortures of an expecting Lover but now being grown impatient I have taken a resolution to be rather importunate than bashful for my nature is too high to suffer me to stoop to or flie from any attempt that hath the countenance of what is Noble Fairest Lady my Ambition is to visit you if my love may prevail with you to afford me so great an honor and I question not since Heaven delights to be loved and you like one of its Inhabitants journeyed here for a small space appear Angelical but you will be in condition as in beauty For if the Divinity of your Person lay a charm upon my senses it is but Justice that you endeavor to recover me before my Distemper render me incapable of any remedy however it shall be my glory if I cannot live your servant that I can die Lovely Creature Your Devout Admirer 65. A sick Lady to her Lover enjoyning him to forbear his Visits she being infected with the Small-Fox or some other Malignant Distemper Sir I Am now become a Prisoner to my Chamber and though it were charity in you to bestow your Visits yet my own sense of justice informs me I ought to continue close since that fate that hath befallen me may else be so spightful as to seize on you it is a Distemper that hath used a violence to my whole body and hath not spared my face lest therefore I become your wonder I conjure you by all the love you have or ever had for me to absent your self for some time till you may see me with more safety and convenience for if you should venture your person now mine is in some danger my grief would be augmented since I know it is more wisdom to hazard the one half of my Estate than all and if I must lose my self I would not have Death to be so triumphant as to possess my second self and to glory in his Conquests so far as to make me a Bankrupt You will do well to let me hear from you at least send your Prayers in my behalf to the Heavenly Throne for so it becomes a Christian and a Friend and you will therein do justice to your self and Sir Yours in sickness or in health 66. The fearful Lover to his supposed unconstant Mistriss Madam IT is now most apparent to me that there is no credit to be given to a Woman have not you and I confirmed so strong a League of Love and Friendship as was possible to be done yet you can forget all your Promises your Vows and sober Protestations as if they were but as so much winde and might be broken as soon as made This you have most perfidiously done and under the pretence of fear that your Misfortunes are drawing nigh as if you had discretion enough to chalk to your self the way to your Felicity or as if you held a Correspondence with Wizards that could divine what the effects of our loves should be if I must be slighted now at last when I thought to be most happy yet at least pray let me not be forgotten that you may justly say you were once loved by a real Friend and if it be my Misfortune to be deprived of you may you meet with one whose affections may be sincere as mine that would be Madam Yours if you please The Answer 67. A Lady to her fearful Lover Worthy Sir YOur downright railing against our Sex
seems to me onely as the heat of your passion which I will favour with the construction of your love But I cannot but extreamly admire what Devil it should be should enflame you with so much fear and Jealousie I Remember all those Vows and Protestations that passed between us and you shall know I dare not to be so wicked as to tempt Heaven and Vengeance so as to break my least promise to any soul alive especially with you Be therefore wise and more resolved you might have forborn your tainting language of my chalking out a way to my felicities or holding a correspondence with Witches or of Taxing me point blank with perfidiousness before you heard my answer such usage would tempt many a Young Maiden to scorn and forger love when I see you next we may discourse farther on this Subject tell then and ever be confident I am Yours if you think fit 68. A Wife to her Extavagant Husband Vain and Miserable man CAnst thou open thy eyes and not fear lest every one that sees thee should revenge those Adulteries and lascivious actions of thine wherewith thou hast brought upon thee the Curses of a chaste Wife with her dear and innocent Babes doth not thy Conscience tell thee there is an everlasting Law-giver fits in triumph against the day of Vengeance to Judge such perverie sinners as thee Or dost thou imagine that those strict duties commanded from the beginning were but matters of Policy or that position of Man and Wife being one flesh was meerly breath and Exhalation surely it is so esteemed by Atheists and prophane Livers but I fear to the Eternal horror of thy Soul thou wilt â—oar in the pit of everlasting perdition from whence it is difficult to get Redemption Therefore be no more foolish but call to minde how thou hast mispended thy most precious time endeavour to redeem it and open the eyes of thy understanding that thou mayest repent and sin no more lest a worse thâ—ng happen unto thee Consider the lips of a whore are sweet as Honey to the taste of fools but in her heart is the sting of Scorpions yea the Poyson of Aspes lie under her lips wilt thou then adventure the stinging when there is no Cataplasm for the sore wilt thou forget the Vertuous Wife of thy bosome for a Strumpet that is not onely disloyal but impudent darest thou deâ—pise thy Children those gifts of the Almighty Providence resembling Olive Branches about thy Table those Buds of the Divine Blessings promised to the good man wilt thou run and wallow in the loathsom sink of Lust and carnal Bruitality thou that mayest trace the fair Walks of Contentment with honest and chaste Embracings Oh be more advised Let the Contract of your Nuptial Vows prevail with thee I conjure thee return to the pleasant Springs of our Amity that I may wash thee clean again with the tears and kisses of a loving Wife that thou mayest see thy children flourish and that I may no longer be as my present condition renders me Thy sorrowful and miserable Wife The Answer 69. A Lover to his Distempered Lady My Ioy YOu are now more cruel in your Sickness than I ever found you in your Health it was a severe Command you sent to me what though you are sick if I do not see you I shall be so too and perhaps may go out of the world before you I understand your indisposition to be great and that your Disease hath abused you to your face but I hope you understand me so well as to conclude my love doth not consist in outward forms I have reason to command my passion and by that I am perswaded it was a Vertuous Cassandra not a Fair Hellen that I courted a spirit that was truely noble not the thin skin of a fair feature however I am confident the beauty of your Person as well as that of your Minde cannot be subject to a ruine by any sinister Accident Time that undertakes to wrestle with all things mortal may give it a trip hereafter and then our souls shall enjoy a blissful Union to Eternity Dear Soul recal your Mandate and give me leave to be happy once more for till I see you I am in continual pain however I have this consolation that I can be Yours languishing 70. A Lady to her Servant that for some private reasons concealed his Birth and Fortunes Honored Sir MY Ambition hath been of so long a growth that now it is become too big to be concealed therefore I beseech you if you have any respect for a young Lady satisfie my request which is onely that I may better know you and be better known to you You seem to be a Gentleman every way compleat if I may receive your Character though from your own mouth I shall believe it as an Oracle for I perswade my self you are truely Noble if your intentions are as I have reason to believe and that you bear any kindness towards me you will not deny this reasonable civility nor can it be thought discretion but rather a strange extravagancy in me to receive your affections or to pledge my own unless I can have â—ome account of your worth more than what I have â—ead in your visage which I confess is sufficient if our â—onditions may correspond to entitle me Sir Yours as you shall please 71. The absent Lover to his supposed unconstant Mistriss Madam I Dare not rashly condemn you but pardon my love if I take upon me to inform and to advise â—â—u There are those that whisper strange things â—â—ncerning you as that you afford your self more liâ—â—rty than is consistant with the modesâ—y of your 〈◊〉 and that at unseasonable times you have been seen to accompany such persons whose conversation is sufficient to render you weak and scandalous I know Madam report is commonly a Tatler and a Liar nor dare I entertain a lose thought of one whom I so dearly love I cannot think my self lost to your Memory but my fears make me apt to hearken to any thing wherein there is any use made of your name â— impute it as I do to my distraction not your defects but withal be so circumspect that the mouths of slanderous people may be stopped that envy it self may by seeing your Vertuous disposition arrive to the same happiness that I enjoy which is to love and admire you which I shall ever do while you have vertue or I have power to be Yours 72. A Gentlemans advice to his Mistriss how she should blinde the eyes of her watchful friends My Lifes life I Perceive thy Guardian who is no Friend of mineâ— doth not onely watch me and all my words anâ— actions but hath his Emissaries to do the like anâ— there are those that do assure me the Servants anâ— charged to slip behinde the Hangings and to watcâ— who they are that shall visit thee my advice thereâ—fore is that always in his presence we seem as strangers and
counterfeit our looks that we may thereby perâ—haps allay the heat of his Jealousie but remember when thou seest my brow full of frowns as if I had resolution to be angry it is but a Copy of my counâ—tenance and that originally I am as I shall be ever 〈◊〉 happy and therefore thy most pleasant friend belieâ—â— it for a play not a truth and if thou dost but act tâ—â— part as well as I it shall not be long ere Hymen shaâ—â— draw the Curtain and discover to all the world thâ—â— in spight of either their care or envy thou art minâ— in the interim be assured I shall in Love and Loyalty continue as an unmoved Rock My dearest Dear thy affectionate Servitor 73. A Gentleman to his new Mistress upon his relinquishing an old one Lovely Lady HAving lately had the happiness to see you I am now withdrawn from my designs of marrying with another I cannot deny but some treaty was had concerning that affair with c. but your excellent beauty hath put a stop to my career and hath made me ambitious of meriting your favour and that you may not think me wavering since I have left one that I might finde a better be assured Madam I will never enter into the bonds of Matrimony with any but your incomparable self I had not perhaps took this presumption upon me if I had not had some encouragements or if I had not at least fancied as much when I was lately where you were I beseech you Dear Lady pardon this rudeness and give me the opportunity to wait upon you that I may verbally and really give you a farther testimony of the love and honour I â—ave had for you since I made it my resolution to live and die Yours 74. A Captious Lover to his Vertuous Lady Mistress c. I Did perswade my self that you were absolutely resolved to be mine and that no perswasions or alâ—urements could prevail with you to vary from your â—ormâ—r thoughts but I now finde you are as changeâ—ble as your Sex and it is easier to hold a slippery â—el by the tail than to finde a Woman that is true and â—onstant Had I given you any occasion you might â—ave had some pretence for your frequenting the company of the young Gallant or admitting him into your Society but my affections have been unspotted and never had so much as a small flaw or mote in them till now Now that you like an unjust and wanton if not lascivious piece of Vanity have given occasion to no small number that observed your behaviour to talk and besmear that fair reputation that you before enjoyed which was the main motive that spurred me on to conclude our Contract And since that time I have took you to be mine and therefore may with the more freedom reprove you and advise you I shall now say no more but expect you should satisfie my disturbed thoughts by giving me an account of what passed between you and then hoping you will be more reserved for the future you may still conclude me as bfeore Your affectionate real Friend The Answer 75. A Vertuous Lady to her Captious Lover Sir I Am apt to believe it for a certain truth that Cupiâ— and Iealousie are inseparable Companions and truâ— love is oftentimes mixed with suspitious fears but 〈◊〉 is my wonder that you who are a man of reasoâ— should so flatly condemn me before you hear what mâ— offence hath been Sir give me leave to tell you have now a fair occasion to mistrust your demeanâ—â— hereafter The Gentleman that was in my compaâ—â— deserves rather your acknowledgements for his nobâ—â— deportment than your extravagant censure but peâ—â—haps you will absolutely conclude me idle for beiâ—â— so much as seen with any man since I was design to be yours onely however you may do me the â—â—â—stice to consider there were others of my Sex 〈◊〉 me nor had I been in his company had not the iâ—â—portunate intreaties of the rest prevailed with 〈◊〉 Besides though I am in election to be your wife I hope you do not intend to make me your Slave but will â—llow me a reasonable conversation with persons above the reach of a Calumny I beseech you Sir be â—atisfied with this account and take this for a certain â—ruth I will hence forward forget the hopes of being a â—ride before I will cast you into such another hell of â—ormenting Jealousies but shall study to render my â—elf as shall become Sir Yours if it may be 76. A Lover in Commendation of his Mistriss My Bliss I Was sufficiently amazed when I beheld your person and the beauty of your outward shape insomuch that I concluded Nature deâ—igned you for her Store-house wherein all her Rarities and Novelties were dispersed and intrusted I looked and as I looked I admired but having afterwards attained to underâ—â—and the vertues of your minde I could not then but â—early perceive what a rich treasure of precious Jewels were inclosed within the fair Casket Since which â—ime I have been proud of mine own judgement and think the better of my self for fixing upon so glorious 〈◊〉 object This is not flattery but justice and as you have set my affections on a flame it is as just that you should study some way for satisfaction since I am 〈◊〉 thought word and deed Madam yours wholly at your devotion 77. A Ladies thanks to a Gentleman for a civility lately received Worthy Sir I Should be a stranger to Worth and Honour should I be so far unacquainted with the Generosity of our Nature as not to understand it to be truly Noble in all things it studies to do courtesies and hates to receive acknowledgements yet I must be so upright to my self as to own your late civility for a most noble favor which I confess I received with some kinde of amazement as being my self so much undeserving and lest my services should be beneath my wishes if I can have your acceptance my endeavors cannot be unrewarded for that alone will render them conâ—iderable And if I can be happy in any thing it must be in proclaiming to the world how much I am Noble Sir Your Honorer and most humble Servant 78. A Gentleman to a sick Lady Madam I Am so happy as to sympathize with you in your want of Health my minde assures me you cannot be distempered by any bold Disease but I must be so too you have this evidence for it since I have had an extream fit of discontentment from the time I last saw you Now I am somewhat amended my indisposition is a little qualified which gives me encouragement to hope as I do desire that your condition is the same otherwise rather than you should want a Companion in your misery I would choose to be ill again That I may therefore be fore-warned of my own Misfortunes be pleased I besâ—ech you to let me understand how you do and withal make me happy by receiving some
alas c. In Summer time or Winter She had her hearts desire I still did scorn to stint her From Sugar Sack or Fire The world went round about No cares we ever knew But now alas c. As we walked home together At midnight through the town To keep away the weather O're her I 'de cast my Gown No cold my Love should feel What e're the Heavens could do But now alas c. Like Doves we would be billing And clip and kiss so fast Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last They 're Judas Kisses now Since she hath prov'd untrue For now alas c. To Maidens Vows and Swearing Henceforth no credit give You may give them the hearing But never them believe They are as false as fair Unconstant frail untrue For mine alas c. If ever Madam Nature For this false Lovers sake Another loving creature Like unto her would make Let her remember this To make the other true For this alas c. No riches now can raise me No want makes me despair No misery amaze me Nor yet for want I care I have lost a world it self My Earthly Heaven adieu Since she alas hath left me Falero lero loo Song 94. BE not proud pretty one for I must love thee Thou art fair but unkinde yet dost thou move me Red are thy lips and checks like rosie blushes The flame that 's from thine eyes burns me to ashes And on thy breast the place of Love's abiding Sits Cupid now enthron'd my pains deriding Song 95. THe silver Swan who living had no note Till death approach'd and lockt her silent throat Leaning her brest against a â—eedy shore She sung her first and last and sung no more Farewel all joys oh Death come close my eyes More geese than swans now live more fools than wise Song 96. On Cupid CVpid's no God a wanton Childe His Art 's too weak his Powr's too milde No active heat nor noble fire Feathers his Arrows with desire 'T is not his Bow or Shaft 't is Venus Eye Makes him adoâ—'d and crowns his Deity Song 97. MY Lodging it is on the cold ground And very hard is my fare But that which troubles me most is The unkindness of my Dear Yet still I cry O turn Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that I long for And alack what remedy I 'le crown thee with Garlands of straw then And I 'le marry thee with a Rush Ring My frozen hopes shall thaw then And merrily we will sing Oh turn to me my dear Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone canst Procure my liberty But if thou wil harden thy heart still And be deaf to my pit ful moan Then I must endure the smart still And tumble in straw all alone Yet still I cry Oh turn Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art The cause of my misery Song 98. AMong Rose-buds slept a Bee Wak'd by Love who could not see His soft finger that was stung Then away poor Cupid flung First he ran then flew about And to Venus thus cry'd out Help Mother help Oh I 'm undone A Scorpion hath stung her Son 'T was a serpent it could flie For 't had wings as well as I Countrey swains call this a Bee But oh this hath muâ—thered me Son said Venus if the sting Of a Flie such torment bring Think oh think on all those hearts Pierced by thy burning darts Song 96. HE deserved much better than so In the thick Woods to be lost Where the Nut-trees grew so low As if they had been nipt with the Frost Oh whither whither my Love dost thou go Song 100. ABout the sweet bag of a Bee Two Cupids fell at ods And whose the pretty prize should be They vow'd to ask the Gods Which Venus hearing thither came And for their boldness stript them And taking thence from each his flame With rods of Mirtle whipt them Which done to still their wanton cryes And quiet grown sh' had seen them She kist and dry'd their Dove-like eyes And gave the Bag between them Song 101. See See CHloris my Chloris comes in yonder bark Blow gently winds for if ye sink that Ark You 'l drown the world with tears and at one breath Give to us all an universal death Hark hark how Arion on a Dolphin plays To my sweet Shepherdess his Roundelayes See how the Syreus flock to wait upon her As Queen of Love and they her Maids of Honor. Behold great Neptune's risen from the deep With all his Tritons and begins to sweep The rugged waves into a smoother form Not leaving one small wrinckle of a storm Mark how the winds stand still and on her gaze See how her beauty doth the fish amaze The Whales have beg'd this boon of winde and weather That on their backs they may convey her thither And see she Lands just like the rising Sun That leaves the bryny lake when night is done Fly fly Amintor to thy envy'd bliss And let not th' earth rob thee of her greeting Kiss Song 102. ALas poor Cupid art thou blind Canst not thy bow and Arrows find Thy Mother sure the wanton plays And lays 'em up for Holy days Then Cupid mark how kind I 'le be Because thou once wert so to me I 'le arm thee with such powerful darts Shall make thee once more God of hearts My Chloris arms shall be thy Bow Whâ—â—h none but Love can bend you know Heâ— precious hairs shall make the string Which of themselves wound every thing Then take but arrows from her eyes And all you shoot at surely dies Song 103. BRing back my comfort and return For well thâ—u know'st that I that I In such a vigorous passion burn That missing thee I die Return return insult no more Return return and me restore To those sequestred joys I had before Song 104. I Love thee for thy fickleness And grant inconstancy For hadst thou been a constant Lass Then thou hadst ner lov'd me I love thee for thy wantonness And for thy Drollery For if thou hadst not lov'd sport Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me I love thee for thy Poverty And for thy want of Coin For if thou hadst been worth a Groat Then thou hadst ne r been mine I love thee for thy ugliness And for thy foolery For if thou hadst been fair or wise Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me Then let me have thy heart a while And thou shalt have my money I 'le part with all the wealth I have T' enjoy a Lass so bonny Song 105. THy love is chaâ—te they tell thee so But how young Souldier shalt thou know Do by her As by thy Sword Take no friends word But try her 'T will raise her Honor one step higher Fame has her tryal at Loves bar Deisy'd Venus from a Star Shoots her lustre She had never been Goddess't If
gazing fed and Fancy dies In the Cradle where it lies Let us all ring Fancy's Knell Ding Dong Bell Ding Dong Bell. Song 120. YOu that chuse not by the view Chance as fair and chuse as true Since this fortune falls to you Be content and seek no new If you be well pleas'd with this And hold your fortune for your bliss Turn you where your Lady is And claim her with a loving Kiss Song 121. UNder the Green-wood tree Who loveâ— to lie with me And turn his merry Note Unto the sweet Birds throat Come hither come hither come hither Here shall he see No enemy But Winter and rough weather Who doth Ambition shun And loves to live i' th Sun Seeking the food he eats And pleas'd with what he gets Come hither come hither come hither Here shall he see No enemy But Winter and rough weather Song 122. WHat shall he have that kill'd the Deer His Leather-skin and Horns to wear Then sing him home the rest shall bear this burthen Take thou no scorn To wear the Horn It was a Crest e're thou wast born Thy Fathers Father wore it And thy Father bore it The Horn the Horn the lusty Horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn Song 123. WEdding is great Iuno's Crown O blessed bond of boord and bed 'T is Hymen peoples every Town High Wedlock then be honored Honor high Honor and Renown To Hymen God of every Town Song 124. A Tripe well broil'd cannot be ill Broil her hot burn her not Turn the Tripe Gill For a Tripe well broil'd cannot be ill Song 125. HOw long shall I pine for love How long shall I sue in vain How long like the Turtle-Dove Shall I heavily thus complain Shall the sails of my love stand still Shall the grifts of my hope be unground Oh fie oh fie oh fie Let the mill let the mill go round Think me still In my Fathers mill Where I have oft been found-a Thrown on my back On a well fill'd sack While the mill has still gone round-a Prethee Sirrah try thy skill And again let the mill go round-a The young one the old one The fearful the bold one The lame one though ne'r so unsound-a The Jew and the Turk Have leave for to work The whilst that the mill goes round-a Song 126. TAke her and hug her Then turn her and tug her And turn her again Boy again Then if she mumble Or if her tail grumble Kiss her amain Boy amain Do thy endeavour To take off her feavour Then her disease no longer will raign If nothing will serve her Then thus to preserve her Swinge her amain Boy amain Give her cold Jelly To take up her belly And once a day Swinge her again If she stand all these pains Then knock out her brains Her disease no longer will raign Song 127. COme fill with wine this lusty bowl 'T wil scatter sorrows from my soul 'T wil stifâ—le care that inward foe 'T is the Antipodes to woe 'T wil rescue old age from the grave 'T wil make a Frâ—eman of a Slave 'T wil vigour and ripe fancie bring T wil hoise a Beggar to a King Lo how it glows and sparkles there Brighter than a spangled sphear And how it bubles from the deep Leaping to surprize my lip Rich juice since thou dost court my taste I 'le meet a kiss with equal haste Go then go mingle with my blood Thus swallow I thy wealthy flood 'T is vanish't and I see the shore Not wasted thither by an Oar Oh fill 't again and â—ill it high Oh let me be but drunk and die Seas heapt on Seas cannot asswage This eager thirst this violent rage Were half the Globe fill'd to the top I 'de drink 't and eat the earth for sop But hah by all the Gods â—reel My Brain is Traytor to my will My Vitals stop my spirits sink Come then I 'le sleep and dream of drink We that Bacchus do adore Chor. Envy not the Misers store Nor the charms nor sweets of Love Nor the state of Gods above Song 128. 'T Is late and cold stir up the fire Sit close and draw the Table nigher Be merry and drink wine that 's old A hearty Medicine 'gainst a Cold Your Beds of wanton Doun the best Where you shall tumble to your rest I could wish you Wenches too But I am dead and cannot do Call for the best the House may ring Sack White and Clarret let them bring And drink apace while breath you have Youl'l finde but cold drink in the Grave Plover Partridge for your Dinner And a Capon for the sinner You shall finde ready when you are up And your Horse shall have his sup Welcome welcome are ye all From Master high to servant small Song 129. COme let us be friends and most friendly agree For the Pimp the Punck the Doctor are three Which cannot but thrive when united they be The Pimp brings in custom the Punk she gets treasure Of which the Physician is sure of his measure For work which she makes him in sale of her pleasure For which when she fails by Diseases and Pain The Doctor new Vamps and Upsets her again Song 130. FEar not Dear Love that I 'le reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal No eye shall see nor yet the Sun Descry what thou and I have done No ear shall hear our love but we Silent as the night will be The God of Love himself whose Dart Did first wound mine and then thy heart Shall never know that we can tell What sweets in stoln embraces dwell This onely means may finde it out If when I die Physicians doubt What caus'd my death and there to view Of all their Judgements which was true Rip up my heart Oh then I fear The world will see thy Picture there Song 131. ARm arm arm arm the Scouts are all come in Keep your Ranks close now your Honors win Behold from yonder Hill the Foe appears Bowes Bills Glaves Arrows Shields Swords Pikes and Spears Like a dark Wood he comes or Tempest pouring O 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 Battel comes See how the Arrows flie That darken all the Skie Hark how the Trumpets sound Hark how the Hills abound Tara tara tara Hark how the Horses charge In boys In boys in Tara tara The Battel totters Now the wounds begin O how they cry O how they die Room for the valiant Memnon arm'd with thunder See how he breaks the Ranks asunder They flie they flie Eumenes has the Chase And brave Polibius makes good his place To the Plains to the Woods To to the Rocks to the Floods They flie for succor follow follow follow Hey hey Hark how the Souldiers hollow Brave Diocles is dead And all his souldiers fled The Battel 's won and lost That many a life hath cost Song 131. A Curse upon thee
head Of the new'st and fin'st fin'st wear-a Come to the Pedler Money 's a medler That doth utter all mens ware-a Song 170. FEar no more the heat oâ—th ' Sun Nor the furious Winters rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone and take thy wages Golden Lads and Girls all must As Chimney-sweepers come to dust Fear no more the frown o' th' Great Thou art past the Tyrants strook Care no more to cloath and eat To thee the Reed is as the Oak The Scepter Learning Physick must All follow thee and come to dust Fear no more the Lightning flash Nor th'all-dreaded Thunder-stone Fear no slander Censure rash Thou hast finisht Joy and Mone All Lovers young all Lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust No Exorciser harm thee Nor no witchcraft charm thee Ghost unlaid forbear thee Nothing ill come near thee Quiet consummation have And renowned be thy Grave Song 171. A Young man lately in our Town He went to bed one night He had no sooner laid him down But was troubled with a Sprite So vigorously this Spirit stood Let him do what he can Oh then he said It must be laid By a woman not a man A handsom Maid did undertake And into th' Bed she leapt And to allay the Spirits power Full close to him she crept She having such a guardian care Her office to discharge She opened wide her Conjuring-book And laid her leaves at large Her office she did well perform VVithin a little space Then up she rose and down he lay And durst not shew his face She took her leave and away she went VVhen she had done the deed Saying if 't chance to come again Then send for me with speed Song 172. 'T Is a merry 〈◊〉 we live All our work is brought unto us Still are getting never give For their cloaths all men do wooe us Yet unkinde they blast our names With aspersions of dishonor For which we make bold with their Dames When we take our measure on her Song 173. HElp Love or else I sink for know He best can help that causeth wo Help then and with thy smoother Palm The fury of my passions calm Succeeding tears in Billows rise As there were Seas met in my eyes My â—ighs united proudly grown As the four windes combin'd in one Hark how they roar my sighs and tears Sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears See how they swell now they are met And ev'n a tempest do beget It shakes my Barque her ribs do crack And now I fear a dismal wrack Help Love for pity then I pray E're my poor heart be cast away Song 174. MAke ready fair Lady to night And stand at the door below For I will be there To receive you with care And with your true Love you shall go And when the stars twinkle so bright Then down to the door will I creep To my Love I will flie E're the Jealous can spie And leave my old Daddy asleep Song 175. ONce was I sad Tâ—ll I grew to be mad But I 'le never be sad again boys I courted a Riddle She fancied a Fiddle The tune does still run in my brain boys The Gittarn the Lute The Pipe and the Flute Are the new Alamode for the Nan boys With Pistol and Dagger The women out-swagger The Blades with the Muâ—â— and the Fan boys All the town is run mad And the Hectors do pad Besides their false Dice and the Slur-boys The new formed Cheatâ—â— With their acts and debates Have brought the old to a Demur boys Men stand upon thorns To pull out their horns And to cuckold themselves in grain-boys When to wear um before Does make their heads sore But behind they do suffer no pain-boys The Papist the Presbyter And Prestor Iohn Are much discontented we see boys For all their Religion No Mahomets Pidgeon Can make 'um be madder than we boys There is a mad fellow Clad always 〈◊〉 yellow And sometimâ— his Nose is blew boys He cheated thâ— devil Which was very evâ—â— To him and to all his Crew boys And whilst we are thus mad My Princess is glad To laugh at the world and at me boys 'Cause I can't apprehend What she please to command But it is not my self you see boys Song 176. STay shut the Gate T'other quart faith '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 Suns gone to tipple all night in the Sea boys To morrow he 'l blush that he 's paler than 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 mindes to 't 'T is Hâ—â—etical Six that doth slay wit Then â—ang up good Faces let '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 will enrich both your head and your soul With Canary For a Carbuncle'd Face Saves a tedious race And the Indies about us we carry No Helicon like to the Juice of good wine 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 Hâ—ts till the Pavement be crown'd With your Beavers A Red-coated Face Frights a Serjeant and 's Mace Whilst the Constable trembles to shivers In state march our Faces like some of the Quorum While the whores do fall down the vulgar ador 'um And our Noses like Link-boys run shining before ' um Song 177. MAy I finde a woman fair And hâ—r minde as clear as air If her beauty go alone T is to me as if 't were none May I finde a woman rich And not of too high a pitch If that pride should cause disdain Tell me Lover where 's thy gain May I finde a woman wise And her falshood not disguise Hath she wit as she hath will Double arm'd she is to ill May I finde a woman kinde And not wavering like the winde How should I call that love mine When 't is his and his and thine May I finde a woman true There is Beauties fairest hue There is Beauty Love and Wit Happy he can compass it Song 178. I Courted a Lass my folly Was the cause of her disdaining I courted her thus What shall I Sweet Dolly dâ— for thy dear loves obtaining But another had dallied with Dolly That Dolly for all her feigning Had got such a mountain above her valley That Dolly went home complaining Song 179. GOod People give ear Whilst a story I tell Of twenty black Tradesmen Were brought up in Hell On purpose poor People To Rob of their due There 's none shall be noozed If you finde but one true The first was a Coyner That Stampt in a mold The second a Voucher To put
nor death can alter us nor prayer My boat is destiny and who then dare But those appointed come aboard live still And love by reason mortal not by will Orph. And when thy Mistriss shall close up thine eyes Char. Then come aboard and pass Chorus Orph. Till then be wise Char. Till then be wise Song 208. LOok out bright eyes and bless the air Even in shadows you are fair Shut up Beautie is like fire That breaks out cleerer still and higher Though your body be confin'd And sought love a Prisoner bound Yet the Beauty of your minde Neither check nor chain hath found Look out nobly then and dare Even the fetters that you wear Song 209. SUre 't was a dream how long fond man have I Been fool'd into Captivity My Newgate was my want of wit I did my self commit My bonds I knit I mine own Goaler was the only foe That did my freedom dâ—savow I was a Prisoner cause I would be so But now I will shake off my chains and prove Opinion built the Goals of Love Made all his bonds gave him his bow His bloody arrows too That murther so Nay those dire deaths which idle Lovers dream Were all contriv'd to make a theam For some carowzing Poets drunken flame T was a fine life I liv'd when I did dress My self to court your peevishness When I did at your footstool lie Expecting from your eye To live or die Now smiles or frowns I care not which I have Nay rather than I 'le be your slave I 'le court the Plagues to send me to my grave Farewel those charms that did so long bewitch Farewel that wanton youthful itch Farewel that treacherous blinking boy That proffers seeming joy So to destroy To all those night embraces which as you Know very well were not a few For ever ever more I bid adieu Now I can stand the sallies of your eyes In vain are all those batteries Nor can that love dissembling stile Nor can that crafty smile Longer beguile Nor those hard traps which each hour you renew To all those witchcrafts and to you For ever ever more I bid adieu Song 120. HOld hold thy nose to the Pot Tom Tom. And hold thy nose to the Pot Tom Tom T is thy pot and my pot And my pot and thy pot Sing hold thy nose to the pot Tom Tom. 'T is Mault that will cure thy Maw Tom. And will heal thy distempers in Autumn â—elix qui facient I prithee be patient Aliena pericula cantum Then hold thy Nose â—o the pot Tom Tom Hold hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom Neither Parson nor Vicar But will toss off his Liquor Sing hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom. Song 211. NOw I confess I am in love Though I did think I never could But 't is with one dropt from above Whose nature 's made of finest mould So fair so good so all divine I 'd quit the world to make her mine Have you not seen the Stars retreat When Sol salutes our Hemisphere So shrink the Beauties called great When sweet Rosela doth appear Were she as other women are I should not love nor yet despair But I could never bear a minde Willing to stoop to common faces Nor confidence enough can finde To aim at one so full of graces Fortune and Nature did agree No woman should be wed by me Song 212. WIth an old motly Coat and a Mumsie Nose And an old Jerkin that 's out at the elbows And an old pair of boots drawn on without hose Stufft with rags in stead of Toes And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With an old rusty Sword that 's hackt with blows And an old Dagger to scare away the Crows And an old Horse that reels as he goes And an old Saddle that no man knows And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With his old wounds in Eighty eight Which he recover'd at Tilbury Fight With an old Pasport that never was read That in his old travels stood him in great stead And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With his old Gun and his Bandaliers With an old Head-piece to keep warm his ears With an old Shirt is gone to wrack With a great Louse and a list on his back Is able to carry a Pedlar and his pack And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With an old Quean to lie by his side That in old time had been pockisi'd He 's now rid to Bohemia to fight with his foes And he swears by his valour he 'l have better cloaths Or else he 'l loose Legs Arms Fingers and Toes And he 'l come again when no man knows Like an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier Song 21â— WIth an old Song made by an old ancient pate Of an old worshipful Gentleman who had a great estate Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate And an old Porter to relieve the poor at his gate Like an old Courtier of the Queens c. With an old Lady whose anger 't is good words asswages Who every quarter pays her old servants their wages Who never knâ—w what belongs to Coach-men Foot-men and Pages But kept twenty old fellows with blew coats badges Like an old Courtier c. VVith an old Study fill'd full of learned Books VVith an old reverend Parson you may judge him by his looks VVith an old Buttery Hatch worn quite off the old Hooks And an old Kitchin which maintains half a dozen old Cooks Like an old c. VVith an old Hall hung round about with Guns Pikes and Bowes With old Swords and Bucklers which have born many shrewd blows And an old Frysado coat to cover his Worships Trunk-Hose And a Cup of old Sherry to comfort his Copper Nose Like an old c. VVith an old fashion when Christmas is come To call in his neighbors with Bag-pipe and Drum And good cheer enough to furnish every old Room And old Liquor able to make a Cat speak and a wise man dumb Like an old c. VVith an old Hunts-man a Faulconer and a Kennel of Hounds VVhich never hunted nor hawk'd but in his own Grounds VVho like an old wise man kept himself within his own bounds And whâ—n he died gave every childe a thousand old pounds Like an old c. But to his eldâ—st Son his House and Lands he assignâ—d Charging him in his Will to keep the old bountiful minde To love his good old servants and to neighbours be kinde But in the ensuing Ditty you shall hear how he was enclin'd Like a young â—ourtier of the Kings c. Like a young Gallant newly come to his Land That keeps a brace of whores at his own command And takes up a thousand pounds upon 's own Land And â—eth drunk in a new Tavern till he can neither go nor stand Like a young c. VVith
show How thy colours come and go Beauty takes a foil from wo. Love that in those smooth streams lies Under Pity 's fair disguise Will thy melting heart surprize Nets of Passions finest thread Snaring Poems will be spread All to catch thy Maiden-head Then beware for those that cure Loves disease themselves endure For reward a Calenture Rather let the Lover pine Than his pale cheek should assign A perpetual blush to thine Song 220. A Beggar got a Bayliff A Bayliff got a Yeoman A Yeoman got a Prentice A Prentice got a Free-man A Free-man got a Master And he begot a Tease And soon became a Gentleman Then a Justice of Peace This Justice got a Daughter And she is come to light She stept into the Court And there she got a Knight A Knight got a Lord A Lord an Earl begot An Earl got a Duke This Duke he was a Scot This Duke a Prince begot A Prince of Royal hope He begot an Emperor The Emperor a Pope The Pope got a Bastard He was a Noble Spark He lay with a Nun And so begot a Clark A Clark got a Sexton A Sexton got a Vicar A Vicar got a Parson And all of them got liquor Till they were all made Prebends And so they got a Dean A Dean got a Bishop A Bishop got a Quean Song 221. I 'Le Sing you a Sonnet that ne'r was in Print 'T is truly and newly come out of the Mint I 'le tell you before-hand youâ—l find nothing in 't On nothing I think and on nothing I write 'T is nothing I court yet nothing I slight Nor care I a pin if I get nothing by 't Fire Air Earth and Water Bâ—asts Birds Fish and Men Did start out of nothing a Chaos a Den And all things shall turn into nothing agâ—n 'T is nothing sometimes makes many things hit As when fools among wise men do silently sit A fool that says nothing may pass for a wit What one man loves is another mans loathing This blade loves a quick thing that loves a slow thing And both do in the conclusi'on love nothing Your Lad that makes love to a delâ—catâ— smooth thing And thinking with sighs to gain her and soothing Frequently makes much ado about nothing At last when his Pat'ence and Purse is decay'd He may to the bed of a Whore be betray'd But she that hath nothing must need be a maid Your flashing and clashing and slashing of wit Doth start out of nothing but fancy and fit 'T is little or nothing to what hath been writ When first by the â—ars we together did fall Then something got nothing and nothing got all From nothing it came and to nothing it shall That party that seal'd to a Cov'nant in haste Who made our 3 Kingdoms and Churches lie waste Their project and all came to nothing at last They raised an Army of Horse and of Foot To tumble down Monarchy Branches and Root They thunder'd and plunder'd but nothing would do 't The Organ the Altar and Ministers cloathing In Presbyter Iack begot such a loathing That he must needs raise a petty New nothing And when he had reb'd us in sanct'fi'd cloathing Perjur'd the people by faithing and trothing At last he was catch't and all came to nothing In several Factâ—ons we quarrel and brawl Dispute and contend and to fighting we fall I 'le lay all to nothing that nothing wins all When War and Rebellion and Plundering grows The Mendicant man is the freest from foes For he is most happy hath nothing to lose Brave Caesar and Pompey and Great Al'xander Whom Armies follow'd as Goose follows Gander Nothing can say t' an action of slander The wisest great Prince were he never so stout Though conquer the world and give mankind a Rout Did bring nothing in nor shall bear nothing out Old Noll that arose 〈◊〉 High-thing 〈◊〉 Low-thing By brewing Rebellion Nicking and Frothing In sev'n years distance was All-things and nothing Dick Olivers Heir that pitiful slow-thing Who once was invested with 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 by this Had better been nothing than what now he is Blind Collonel Hewson that lately did crawl To lofty degree from a low Coblers stall Did bring Aul to nothing when Aul came to all Your Gallant that Rants it in Dell'cate clothing Though lately he was but a pit'ful 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 Gen'ral Bar will have nothing to say Whores that in silk were by Gallants embrac't By a rabble of Prentices lately were chac't Thus 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 discret'on 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 it was with him as now it s with you He study'd it when he had nothing to do This very word nothing if took the right way May prove advantag'ous for what would you say If the Vintner should cry there 's nothing to pay Song 222. BY Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she Why â—â—â—uld she asham'd or angry be That she 's belov'd by me The Gods may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldom any more If none but happy men must them adore The lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humbler Furzes of the plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her love Equal to her alas there 's none She like a Deity is grown That must create or else must be alone If there be man who thinks himself so high As to pretend equality He deserves her less than I. For he would cheat for his relief And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving beggar than a thief Song 223. WHen I drein my Goblets deep All my cares are rockt asleep Rich as Craesus Lord o' th' earth Chanting Odes of wit and mirth And with Ivy Garlands crown'd I can kick the Globe round round Let others fight while I drink Boy my Goblet fill to th' brink Come fill it high fill it high That I may but drink and die For when I lay down my head 'T is better to be drunk 'T is better to be drunk Dead drunk than dead Song 224. Be not thou so foolish nice As to be invited twice VVhat should women more incite Than their own sweet appetite
them Such flowers how much will Flora prize That on a Lover's growing And water'd by his Mistriss eyes With pitty overflowing A grave so deckt will though thou art Yet fearful to come nigh me Provoke thee straight to break thy heart And lie down boldly by me Then ev'ry where the Bels shall ring While all to black is turning All Torches burn and each Quire sing As Natures self were mourning And we hereafter may be found By Destinies right placing Making like flowers love under ground Whose roots are still embracing Song 244. YEs I could love if I could finde A Mistriss pleasing to my minde Whom neither pride nor Gold can move To buy her Beauty sell her Love Goes neat yet cares not to be fine Who loves me for my self not mine Not Lady proud nor City coy But full of freedome full of Joy Not childish young nor Beldam old Not siâ—ry hot nor Icy cold Not gravely wise to guide a State Nor vain as to be pointed at Not rich nor proud nor base nor poor Nor chaste nor no reputed whore When such a Lass I shall discover Cupid entitle me a Lover Song 245. YOu maidens and wives and yong widows rejoyce Declare your thanksgiving with heart and with voice Since waters were waters I dare boldly say There ne'r was such cause for a thanksgiving day For from London Town There 's lately come down Four able Physitians that never wore Gown Their Physick is pleasant their Dose it is large And you may be cur'd without danger or charge No Bolus no Vomit no Potion no Pill Which sometimes do cure but oftner do kill Your taste nor your stomack need never displease If you 'l be advised but by one of these For they 've a new Drug Which is callâ—d The close Hug Which will mend your complexion and make you look smug A soveraign Balsom which once well apply'd Though griev'd at the heart the patient ne'r dy'd In the morning you need not be rob'd of your rest For in your warm beds your Physick doth best And though in the taking some stirrings requir'd The motions so pleasant you cannot be tyr'd For on your back you must lie With your buttock raised high And one of these Doctors must always be by Who still will be ready to cover you warm For if you take cold all physick doth harm Before they do venture to give their direction They always consider their patients complexion If she have a moist palm or a red head of hair She requires more physick than one man can spare If she have a long Nose The Doctor scarce knows How many good handsuls must go to her Dose You Lady's that have such ill symptoms as these In reason and conscience should pay double fees But that we may give to these Doctors due praise Who to all sorts of people their favours conveys On the ugly for pitty sake skill shall be shown And as for the handsom they 're cur'd for their own On you silver or Gold They never lay hold For what comes so freely they scorn should be sold. Then joyn with these Doctors and heatily pray Their power of healing may never decay Catch or Song 246. POmpey was a mad man a mad man Pompey was a mad man a mad man was he So long he was a glad man a glad man So long he was a glad man a glad man was he Till Caesar in Pharsalia routed his Battalia 'Cause he was a madder a madder far than he Then be thou mad and I mad and mad let us be And the Devil himself shan't be madder than we Song 247. OH Anis quoth he well Thomas quoth she What wouldst thou say man unto me I love thee quoth he dost love me quoth she Ch'me the more beholding to thee To bed then quoth he no Thomas quoth she Not till the parson hath said all unto me I'z bump thee quoth he wo't bump me quoth she Ch'im the more beholding to thee How lik'st it quoth he well Thomas quoth she So thou comst but once more unto me That I will quoth he sayst thou so quoth she Ch'im the more beholding to thee Song 248. BOnny Kate Kenny Kate lay thy leg o're me Thou bee'st a bonny Lass fain would I mow thee Fain would I mow thee ans thou wouldst let me Bonny Kate Kenny Kate do not forget me Out away Ionny lad I 'se am a Virgin There is no hope for thee for to get pergin For to get pergin I dare not let thee Out away Ionny lad I'se mun forget thee Thou bee'st young so is I let us be doing There is no better thing than to be mowing Than to be mowing ans thou wouldst let me Bonny Kate Kenny Kate do not forget me Why dost thou whimper so thou know'st my minde Io Would mother suffer me I would be kinde Io I would be kinde Io aâ—'s she would let me Bonny lad Ionny lad I se ne're forget thee Song 249. I Went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd And a knave follow'd after as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves in every degree I 'le tell you by and by how this knave serv'd me I call'd for my pot as an honest woman shoo'd And the knave drank it up as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves c. I went into my bed as an honest woman shoo'd And the knave crept into 't as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves c. I prov'd with childe as an honest woman shood And the knave ran away as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves in every degree And thus have I told you how this knave serv'd me Song 250. HAng fear and cast away care The Par'sh is bound to finde us Thou and I And all must die And leave this world behinde us The Bells shall ring The Clerk shall sing And the good old wife shall winde us And Iohn shall lay Our bones in clay Where the Devil ne'r shall finde us Song 251. NAy prithee don't flie me But sit thee down by me For I cannot endure The man that 's demure A pox on your Worships and Sirs For your Congees and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords With such sinical words The Complement you bring That doth spell nothing You may keep for the Chains and the Furrs For at the beginning was neither Peasant nor Prince And who the devil made the distinction since Those Titles of Honors Do remain in the Donors And not in the thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow that wears them No delight can I see In the thing call'd Degree Honeâ— Dick sounds as well As a name with an L That with Titles do swell And hums like a Bell To affright mortal ears that do hear 'um He that wears a brave Soul and dares honestly do Is a Herald to himself and a Godfather too Why should we then dote on One with a fools Coat on Whose Coffers are
a bestial love approve One smile would make me willingly endure I can't but keep together Life and Love Being your pris'ner and your captiv'd slave So do not feast nor banquet look to have A little bread and water 's all I crave Upon your sigh for pity I can live One tear will keep me twenty years at least And fifty more a gentle Look will give A hundred years but one kinde Word will feast A thousand more will surely added be If you an inclination have for me They comprehend a vast Eternity Song 185. HAve you any work for the Sow-gelder ho My Horn goes too high too low Have you any Pigs Calves or Colts Have you any Lambs in your holts To cut for the stone Here comes a cunning one Have you any Brauches to spade Or e're a fair Maid That would be a Nun Come kiss me 't is done Hark how my merry Horn doth blow Too high too low Too high too low Song 186. I Am a Rogue and a stout one A most couragious Drinker I do excel 'T is known full well The Ratter Tom and Tinker Still do I cry Good your Worship good Sir Bestow one small denire Sir And bravely then At the Bouzing ken I 'le spend it all in Beer Sir If a Bung be got by the hie-way Then straight I do attend them For if Hue and Cry Do follow I A wrong way soon do send them Still do I cry c. Ten miles unto a Market I run to meet a Miser Then in a throng I nip his Bung And the party ne'r the wiser Still do I cry c. My dainty Dells my Doxies When e're they see me lacking Without delay Poor wretches they Will set their duds a packing Still do I cry c. I pay for what I call for And so perforce it must be For yet I can Not know the man Or Hostess that will trust me Still do I cry c. If any give me Lodging A courteous knave they finde me For in their bed Alive or dead Some lice I leave behind me Still do I cry c. If Gentlefolk be coming Then straight it is our fashion Our leg to tie Close to our thigh To move them to compassion Still do I cry c. My doublet sleeve hangs empty And for to beg the bolder For meat and drink Mine arm I shrink Up close unto my shoulder Still do I cry c. If a Coach I hear be rumbling To my Crutches then I high me For being lame It is a shame Such Gallants should deny me Still do I cry c. With a seeming bursten belly I look like one half dead Sir Or else I beg With a wooden leg And a night Cap on my head Sir Still do I cry c. In winter time stark naked I come into some City Then ev'ry man That spare them can Will give me Cloaths for pity Still do I cry c. If from out of the Low Countrey I hear a Captains name Sir Then straight I swear I have been there And so in sight came lamâ— Sir Still do I cry c. My Dog in a string doth lead me VVhen in the town I go Sir For to be blinde All men are kinde And will their alms bestow Sir Still do I cry c. With Switches sometimes stand I In the bottom of a hill Sir Where those men which Do want a Switch Some money give me still Sir Still do I cry c. Come buy come buy a Horn-book Who buys my Pins or Needles In Cities I Those things do cry Oft times to scape the Beadles Still do I cry c. In Pauls Church by a Pillar Sometimes y 'ave seen me stand Sir VVith a Writ that shows VVhat care and woes I past by Sea and Land Sir Still do I cry c. Now blame me not for boasting And bragging thus alone Sir For my self I will Be praising still For Neighbors I have none Sir Which makes me cry Good your Worship good Sir Bestow one small Denire Sir And bravely then At the Bouzing Ken I le spend it all in Beer Sir Song 187. LEt 's have a Dance upon the heath We gain more life by Duncons death Sometimes like brinded Cats we shew Having no Musick but our mew Sometimes we dance in some old Mill Upon the Hopper Stones and Wheel To some old Saw or bardish Rhime While still the Mill-clack does keep time Sometimes about a hallow tree A round a round a round dance we Thither the chirping Critick comes And Beetles singing drowsie humms Sometimes we dance o're Fens and Furs To howlâ— of Wolves and barks of Curs And when with none of these we meet We dance to the ecchoes of our feet Song 188. MY Muse denies To Apollogize For my Songs 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 Eve's They did begin To cover sin With a fashion of their leaves After way try'd The rough Buck's hide A wear of commendation Had not with the skin The Horns crept in And turn'd it to a fashion Each Taylor is read In this fashion his head Is capable on 't 'tis feard When he 's not at leisure His wife will take measure Though 't be by his Neighbors Yâ—rd The Clowns array Is an innocent grey Nor stian'd by the Dyers Art Which doth invest As pure a brest And no less spotless heart The Farmers Hose His wearing shoos For both are wondrous plain His Honesty Not Knavery he Most purely dyes in Grain The School-master in His trouzes hath been And bumbast Doublet long space Hee 's a Menoptote For he varies not At any time his case His wife is pure In her talk demure Her Gown is of Reformation And she verily Turns up her eye In a very zealous fushion The shop-keepers walk And oftentimes talk In Gowns or of Purple or blew Since Venner and Farre Wore such at the Bar Some wisely have chang'd the Huâ— The Lawyer bee 't known To all men is prone To the fashion of long Hose And fain he would Still have and hold Long Suits for he lives by those Now with the best Your Pimp's in request Thus your Gallant is supply'd By his bones as well As his cloaths you may smell Hee 's rarely Frenchify'd His Mistriss Plum'd Painted Perfum'd Is stillified all over Her loose Array Doth every day A looser body cover The Scholar well trust In his black Suit brusht Is like to jet in his degree Nor is it enough Men point at Stuff Hee 'l be pointed at the knee Thus are we become As Apes of Rome Of France Spain and all Nations And not horses alone But men are grown Diseased of the Fashions Song 18â— WHen Orpheus sweetly did complain Upon his Lute with heavy strain How his Euridice was slain The trees to hear Obtain'd an ear And after left it off again At every stroke and sorry stay The Boughs kept
a neat Lady that is frisk and fair VVho never knew what belong'd to good House-keeping or care But buys several Fans to play with the wanton Air And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other mens hair Like a young c. VVith a new Hall built where the old one stood VVherein is burned neither Coal nor VVood And a new Shuffle-board Table smooth and red as blood Hung round with Pictures which doth the poor little good Like a young c. VVith a new Study stuff'd full of Pamphlets and Plays VVith a new Chaplain that swears faster than he prays VVith a new Buttery Hatch that opens once in four or five days VVith a new French Cook to make Kickshaws and Toys Like a young c. VVith a new fashion when Christmas was come VVith a new Journey up to London we must be gone And leave no body at home but our new Porter Iohn VVho relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone Like a young c. VVith a Gentleman-Usher whose Carriage is compleat VVith a Foot-man a Coachman a Page to carry meat VVith a Waiting-Gentlewoman whose Dressing is very neat VVho when the Master has dyn'd le ts the Servants not eat Like a young c. VVith a new Honor bought with his Fathers old gold That many of his Fathers old Manors hath sold And this is the occasion that most men do hold That good House-keeping is now adays grown so cold Like a young Courtier of the Kings Oh the Kings young Courtier Song 214. WIth a new Beard but lately trim'd With a new Love-lock neatly kemb'd With a new Favour snatcht or nimb'd With a new Doublet French like limb'd With a new Gate as if he swim'd And a new souldier of the Kings Oh the Kings new souldier With a new Feather in his Cap With new white Boots without a strap And newly paid for by great hap With a new Quean upon his lap And a new Brat that ne'r eat pap And a new c. With a new Hat without a Band With a new Office without Land With all his fingers on his hand With a new face at Plymouth tan'd And a new horse already pawn'd And a new c. With a new Cassock lin'd with Cotten With Cardecues to call his Pot in With a new Gun that ne'r was shot in Under a new Captain very hot in A new Command and hardly gotten And a new c. With a new Head-piece shot ne'r hit With a new Head of greenish wit With new Shirts without louse or nit With a new Band not torn as yet With a new Spear and very fit For a new c. With a new Jacket made of Buff With new Sleeves of Spanish stuff With a new Belt of Leather enough With new Tobacco-pipes to puff And a new Brawl to take in snuff Like a new c. He 's newly come to sixteen years And gone abroad with his Mothers tears With his Monmouth Cap about his ears VVith new Bravadoes void of fears And a new Oath by which he swears To be a new c. VVith a new Nose that ne'r met foe With a new Sword that ne'r struck blow With a new red Breech to make a show VVith a new Copper Lace or two And new Points on his wings also To a new Countrey he will go To drink old Sack and do no moe Like a new souldier of the Kings Oh the Kings new souldier Catch Or Song 215. THe Hunt is up the Hunt is up And now it is almost day And he that 's a bed with another mans wife It 's time to get him away Mock-Song 216. OH Love whose power and might No creature e're withstood Thou forcest me to write Come turn about Robin Hood Sole Mistriss of my heart Let me thus far presume To crave in this request A black patch for the Rhume Grant pity or I die Love so my heart bewitches VVith grief I howl and cry Oh how my Elbow itches Tears overflow my sight With floods of dayly weeping That in the silent night I cannot rest for sleeping What i st I would not do To purchase one sweet smile Bid me to China go 'Faith I 'le sit still the while Oh women you will never But think men still will flatter I vow I love you ever But yet it is no matter Cupid is blinde they say But yet methinks he seeth He struck my heart to day A Turd in Cupid's Teeth Her Tresses that were wrought Much like the golden snare My loving heart hath caught As Moss did catch his Mare But since that all relief And comforts do forsake me I 'le kill my self with grief Nay then the devil take me And since her greatful merits My loving look must lack I 'le stop my vital spirits With Claret and with Sack Mark well my woful hap Iove rector of the Thunder Send down thy Thunder-clap And rend her Smock in sunder Mock-Song in Answer YOur Letter I receiv'd Bedeckt with flourishing quarters Because you are deceiv'd Go hang you in your Garters My beauty which is none Yet such as you protest Doth make you sigh and groan Fie fie you do but jest I cannot chuse but pitty Your restless mournful tears Because your plaints are witty You may go shake your â—ars To purchase your delight No labor you shall leese Your pains I will requite Maid give him some bread and cheese 'T is you I fain would see 'T is you I daily think on My looks as kinde shall be As the Devils over Lincoln If ever I do tame Great Iove of Lightnings flashes I 'le send my fiery flame And burn thee into ashes I can by no means miss thee But needs must have thee one day I prithee come and kiss me Whereon I sate on Sunday Song 217. IF she be fair I fear the rest If she be sweet I 'le hope the best If she be fair they say she 'l do If she be foul she 'l do so too If she be fair she 'l breed suspect If she be foul she 'l breed neglect If she be born o' th' better sort Then she doth savor of the Court If she be of the City born She 'l give the City Arms the Horn If she be born of Parents base I scorn her Vertues for her place If she be fair and witty too I fear the harm hâ—r wit may do If she be fair and wanteth wit I love no beauty without it In brief be what she will I 'm one That can love all but will wed none Song 21â— THere 's none but the glad man Compar'd to the mad man Whose heart is still empty of care His fits and his fancies Are above all mischances And mirth is his ordinary fair Then be thou mad and he made mad all let us be There 's no men leads lives more merry than we Song 219. GAze not on thy Beauties pride Tender Maid in the false tide That from Lovers eyes do slide Let thy faithful Christal