Fryer as goes the story Came to push a Pike with him in vain glory But hâ— was almost sent to his own Purgatory By this old souldier c. With an old Ned Norreyâ— that kept Ostend A terrour to soe and a refuge to freind And left it Impregnable to his last end Like an old Souldier c. That in the old unfortunate voyage of all Marcht ore the old Bridge and knockt at the wall Of Lisbon the Mistris of Portugall Like an old souldier c. With an old Tom Norreys by the old Queen sent Of Munster in Ireland Lord President Where his dayes and his blood in her service he spent Like an old souldier c. With an old Harry Norreys in bâ—ttel wounded In his Knee whose Legg was cut off and he sed You have spil'd my Dancing and dyed in his bed An old Souldier c. With an old Will Norreys the oldest of all Who went voluntary without any call To 'th old Irish Wars to 's fame Immortall Like an old Soldier c. VVith an old Maximilian Norreys the last Of six old brothers whose fame the time past Could never yet match nor shall future time wast He was an old soldier c. VVith an old Dick Wenman the first in his prime That over the walâ—s of old Cales did climbe And therefore was Knighted and liv'd all his time An old souldier c. VVith an old Nando Wenman when Brest was ore-thrown Into th' Aire into â—h ' Seas with Gunpowder blown Yet bravely recovering long after was known An old souldier c. VVith an old Tom Wenman whose bravest delight VVas in a good cause for his Country to fight And dyed in Ireland a good old Knight And an old souldier c. VVith a yoâ—ng Nâ—d Wenman so valiant and bold In the wâ—â—rs of Bohemia as with the old Dâ—serves for his valour to be Inrold An old c. And thus of old Soldiers hear ye the same But never so many of one house and name And all of old Ioâ—n Lord Williams of Thame Chor An Old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Soldâ—er A woâ—rs Expostulation 1. ALl day do I sit inventing VVhile I live so single alone VVhich way to Wed to my contenting And yet can resolve upon none There 's a wench whose wealth would inrich me But she not delights me There 's anothers eyes do bewitch me But her fashion frights me He that herein Has a traveller bin And at length in his Longing sped VVhat shall I doe Tell me who I shall woe For I long to be lustily wed 2. Shall I with a VViddow marry No no she such watch will beare To spy how my selfe I doe carry I shall always live in feare Shall I to a mayd be a wooer Maydens are lov'd of many Knowing not to whom to be sure Are unsure to any Marry with youth There is love without truth For the young cannot long be just And Age if â— prove There is truth without Love For the Old are too cold to Lust. The Resolution 1. I Dye when as I do not see Her who is my life and all to me And when I see her then I dye In seeing of her cruelâ—y So that to me like mâ—sery is wrought Both when I see and when I see her noâ— 2. Shall I in silence mourn and grieve VVho silent sorrowes will relieve In speaking not my heart will rend And speaking I â—â—y her â—â—â—end So that 'twixt Love and death my heart is shot With equall darâ—s speak I or speak I not 3. Since life and death is in her Eye If her I not behold I dye And if I look on her she kills I 'le chuse the least of two such ills Though both be hard this is the easier lot To dye and see than dye and see her not 4. Yet when I see her I shall speak For if I speak not heart will break And if I speak I can but dye Of two such ills the least I 'le trye Who dyes unseen or dumb is soon forgot I 'le see and speak then dye or dye I not Love himselfe in Love 1. AS in May the little god of love Forsook his Mothers rosy rest To play to wanton and to rove His quiver where it pleas'd him best VVanting sport In idle sort An arrow where he could not tell From him glanced So it chanced Love thereby in Love besell 2. In sad Teares he to his mother pray'd to seek his shaft to lend him eyes VVhich she grants a bright and lovely Love taking up his dart espies But poore lad He better had Neer seen at all then now too well For being strook VVith her faire look Love himselfe in love besell 3. She too true a chastity embrac'd And from Loves courtship and his 〈◊〉 Nicely flew but when his houre was pass'd His sorrow with his sight was gone VVith us swaines She now remaines And every shepheards boy can tell This is she That love did see VVho seeing her in love besell 4. Some thus wish that Love had never shot That thereof with him feel the woe Some dispute that Love a God is not And think that beauty beares the bow Since this mayd VVithout his ayd Doth her beholders all compell Now to fall Into that thrall VVhere Love himself in Love befell 5. Simple Swaines could wish their eyes were blind For in her speech and every grace Are such chaines to captivate the mind They love her that ne're saw her face Liking lyes Not all in Eyes Noâ— Charmes in Cheeks do only dwell Love had power But for an houre To see and so in love besell 6. Since in troope of many wretched men I her inchanting looks survay'd Though I droop I languish yet agen To see and yet to see affrayd But O why With shame should I Consume for what I love so well First I 'le try Her love and dye With fame where love in love befell The Matchlesse Maid 1. AMidst the merry May When wantons would a playing A Girle as any gay That had no mind a Maying By a cleare Fountain brim Shedding teares Shaming him Sate and said are all they With their Mates gone to May And on a Sun-shiny day Must I be cast away O to dye a Maid 2. One hand she laid to calme Her brest that ever panted And on her other palme Her dewy Cheek she planted All a loft Covered ore With the soft silks she wore And underneath a bed Of Lillyes had she spred Whereon she was she sed Fully determined O to dye a Maid 3. Is 't love quoth she or lot Whose fault I am not mated Has Cupid me forgot Will fortune have me hated O ill men Though ye be Fewer then Wretched we Must I needs be one For whom there mate is none None need her death bemone Than that was borne alone O to dye a Made 4. And so into a swound She fell and in a trembling Fell I when as I found A maid no
Roundlayes Form'd of sanâ—yes and whistled on reedes 〈◊〉 to Solace young Nimphs upon holy dayes Are too unworthy for wonderfull deeds 〈◊〉 Ingenious â—r winged Cylenius His lofty Genius May seem to declare In verse better coyn'd And voice more refin'd How States devin'd Once hunted the Haâ—e â—â—â—rs Enamâ—â—â—'d wiâ—h Pastimes Olympiâ—all 〈◊〉 and Planets that beautifull shone Would no longer that earthly men only shall Swim in pleasure and they but look on Round about horned Lucina they swarmed And her informed How minded they were Each God and Goddesse To take humane bodyes As Lords and Ladies To follow the Hare 3 Chast Diana applauded the Motion And pale Proserpinae set in her place Lights the Welkin and governs the Ocean While she conducted her Nephewes in chace And by her Example Her Father to trample The old and ample Earth leave the aire Neptune the Water The Wine Liber Pater And Mars the slaughter To follow the Hare 4. Light god Cupid was horâ—â—â— upon Pegasus Borrow'd of Muses with kisses and prayers Strong Alcides upon cloudy Caucasus Mounts a Centaure that proudly him beares Postillian of the skye Light heel'd Mercury Makes his Courser fly Fleet as the aire Yellow Apollo The Kennel doth follow And whoop and hollow After the hare Hymen ushers the Ladies Astreaa The Just took hands with Minerva the bold Ceres the brown with bright Cytherea With Thet is the wanton Bellona the old Shamefac't Aurora With subtil Pandora And May with Flora Did company beare Iuwo was stated Too high to be mated But yet she hated Not hunting the hare 6. Drown'd Narcissus from his Metamorphosis Rais'd by Eccho new manhood did take Snoring Somnus upstarted in Cineris That this thousand year was not awake To see club-footed Old Mulciber booted And Paen promoted On Chirons Mare Proud Faunus pouted And AEolus shouted And Momus flouted But follow'd the Hare Deep Melompus and cunning Ichnobates â—â—pe and Tigre and Harpyâ— the skyes Rent wit roaring Whilst huntsman-like Hercules â—inds the plentifull horne to their cryes Till with varieties To solace their Pieties The wary Deities Repos'd them where We shepheards were seated And there we repeated What we conceited Of their hunting the Hare Young Amintas suppos'd the Gods came to breath After some battels themselves on the ground â—â—rsis thought the stars came to dwell here beneath And that hereafter the earth would go round Coridon aged With Phillis ingaged Was much inraged With jealous despaire But fury vaded And hâ— was perswaded When I thus applauded Their hunting the Hare 9. Starr's but Shadows were state were but sorrow Had they no Motion nor that no delight Joyes are lovial delight is the marrow Of life and Action the Axle of might Pleasure depends Upon no other friends And yet freely lends To each vertue a share Only as measures The Jewell of pleasures Of pleasure the treasures Of hunting the Hare 10. Three broad Bowles to the Olympical Rector His Troy borne Eagle he brings on his knee Iove to Phoebus Carowses in Nector And he to Hermes and Hermes to me Wherewith infused I pip'd and I mused In songs unused This sport to declare And that the Rouse of Iove Round as his Sphere may move Health to all that love Hunting the Hare The Reading Beauty â— AS to these lines she lent a lovely look Whereon not minding me she mused â—er faire Aspect became my book And I her eyes as they these lines perused â—ove songs she read to learn what love should be And faster than she read she taught it me 2. For as no studyed rules like starrs above Can teach the knowledg of the skyes To dive into the depth of love There is no rule no learning like her Eyes Why stoops she then to things below her reach Why reads she love that she her self can teach 3. Alas though we no other learning need In love that may behold her face She seeing not her selfe must read To see what we so much desire to embrace O that her selfe she saw but O why so She otherwise her self â—â—o much doth know 4. Some nicer lover would to see her muse Bare envy to that happy book Whereon she seems to doate and use To grant her slander by but halse her locke But such to me let her aspect be still If one eye wounds so sore two eyes will kill The more then Faire 1. BE more kind than you are Sweet love or else lesse faire So shall I feel lesse care And you be no lesse rare To wound the heart Is beauties part But to restore The love-sick sore Is to be more than saire 2. If possible it were Not to be what you arâ— Be more kind or lesse saire Use lips and eyes forbeare Your smiles are Lures My eyes adore But lipps implore The kind are more than faire The Beauteous are not faire â—hose coyness breeds despaire 〈◊〉 those that freindly are 〈◊〉 beauteous though not faire Since to be kind A beauteous mind Doth best explore Be kind therefore And be far more than faire No longer let my care â—nsume my love in aire 〈◊〉 kindnesse to me bare â—â—at I may say and swear Os such as are But only faire I knew before The world had store But you are more than faire Bright eyes and smiles to beare 〈◊〉 but a common weare 〈◊〉 you without compare Will be as kind as faire And make me then More blessed than men As far as ore Your sexes store Your selfe are more than faire Of Jonny and Jinny 1. THe pretty sweet Iinny sate on a Hill Where Ionny the swain her see He tun'd his quill and sung to her still Whoop Jinny come down to me 2. Though Ionny the valley and Iinny the Hill Kept far above his degree He bore her good will and sung to her still Whoop Jinny come down to me 3. But high was she seated and so was she minded His heart was humble as he Her pride had her blinded his love had him bended Whoop Jinny c. 4. The mountain is bare and subject to aire Here meddowes here shaddowes be There burneth the Sun here Rivers do run Whoop Jinny c. 5. All flowers do grace the vallyes greenface The mountain hath none but thee Why wilt thou grow there and all the rest here Whoop Jinny c. 6. Narcissus his rose Adonis here growes That may thy examples be Since they be came slaine for pride and disdaine Whoop Jinny c. 7. There Jinny keeps sheep here Ionny will keep Thy selfe and thy slock for thee If Ionny be worthy to keep thy slock for thee Whoop Jinny c. 8. But pretty sweet Iinny was lov'd of so many That little delight had she To think upon Ionny that thought her so bonny Whoop Jinny c. 9. Though Iinny thought ill of Ionny's good will Yet Ionny to Iinny was free He followes quill and he hollowes her still Whoop Jinny come down to me A Song 1. O Love whose force and might No power
from thence â— Then he did embrace her And gave her kisâ—es store And vow'd that he would place her Where none was ere before That is within his heart Which none shou d e're remove In spite of fate Would be her mate And constant be in love And I say she As true to thee As is the Turtle-Dove The Faire but Cruel Girle 1. THe Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind No lesse than a wonder by nature design'd She 's the grief of my heart but joy of my eye The cause of my flame that never can dye 2. Her Lips from whence wit obligingly flowes Has the colour of Cherryes and smell of the Rose Love and Destiny both attends on her will She saves with a smile with a frown she can kill 3. The desperate Lover can hope no redâ—esse Where beauty and rigour are both in excesse In Coelia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her must love who loves her must die The Bathing Girles To the common Galliard Tune 1. IT was in Iune and 't was on Barnaby Bright too A time when the days are long and nights are short A â—rew of merry Girles and that in the night too Resolvâ—d to wash in a river and there to sport And there poore things they then resolvâ—d to be merry too And with them did bring good store of jun-ketting stuffe As Bisket and Cakes and Suger and Syder and Perry too Of each such a quantity that was more than enough 2. But mark what chancâ—t unto this innocent crew then Who thought themselves secure from any eare They knew 't was dark that none cou d take a view then And all did seem to be voyd of any feare Then every one uncas'd themselves both smock all And each expected first who should begin And that they might stay but an houre they told the Clock and all Then all in a Te-he-ing vaine did enter in â— But now comes out the Tale I meant to tell ye For a Crew of Jovial Lads were there before And finding there some viands for their belly They eas'd em then poor hearts of all their store Then every Lad sate down upon the Grasse there And whisper'd thanks to th' Girls for their good Cheare In which they drank a health to every Lass there That then were washing rinsing without any fear 4. And when they had pleas'd and fill'd their bellies and pallats too They back did come unto the foresaid place And took away their Smocks and both their Wallets too Which brought their good Bubb and left them in pittifull case For presently they all came out toth ' larder there That it put 'em unto their shifts their Smocks to find I think says one my shift is a little farder there I I sayes another for yours did lye by mine 5. At last says one the Divel a smock is here at all The Devil a bit of bread or drop of drink They 've took every morsel of our good cheare and all And nothing but Gowns and Petticoats left as I think At last says one if they 'd give us our Smocks agen And likewise part of what we hither brought We shall be much oblieg d and think'em Gentlemen And by this foolish example be better taught 6. Although in the River they were as many as crickets there 'Twixt laughing and fretting their state they did condole And then came one of the Lads from out of the thickets there And told 'em hee 'd bring 'em their smocks and what was stole They only with Petticoats on like Jipsies were clad then He brought 'em their Smocks and what he had promis'd before They fell to eat and drink as if they 'd been mad there And glad they were all they 'd got so much of their store 7. And when they all had made a good repast there They put on their cloths and all resolv'd to be gone Then out comes all the ladds in very great hast there And every one to the other then was known The girles did then conjure the ladds that were there To what had past their lipps shouâ—d still be sealâ—d Nay more than that they made 'em all to swear there To which they did that nothing should be reveal d. 8. Then each at other did make a pass at kissing then And round it went to every one level coile But thinking that at home they might be missing then And fear'd that they had stay'd too great a while Then hand in hand they alltogether marcht away And every lad convey'd his Mistris home Agen they kist then every Lass her man did pray That what had past no more of that but Mum. The unparalel'd Lady The Tune 'Twixt Greece and Troy 1. VVHen first I saw my Coeli'as face O how my heart was Inflam'd with love I deem'd her of no humane race But Angell-like drop't from above Her Star-like eyes with their Glim'ring glances Then shin'd so bright Like the greatest Comet when we look upon iâ— 'Till it takes away the sight 2. Her Nose is like a Promontory Which over-looks some pleasant place Her Cheeks like Roses in their glory And Teeth of Oriental race Her Corall lipps like the Cherryes when They 're growing on the Tree But the greatest Bliss is Thence to gather kisses Wou'd the cropp belong'd to me 3. And underneath her snow-white neck There you may find an Ivory Plaine On which two Christal mounts are set Tipt with a Ruby-fount in graine This is the place which formerly was Call'd the milky-way O that I might tipple still At such a Nipple And forever there might sâ—ay 4. Her hands are of so pure a white That with the Swan they dare to vie But when upon a Luâ—e they light Then you will hear such Harmony But when her voice and that together Then play their parts You 'd think the Spheres united And thither had invited All to Captivate their hearts 5. Her feet were so Epitomiz'd Like peeping-mice did still appear That all the crew were then surpriz'd To see her dance a measure there She mov'd so well you 'd think she had not Danc't then but flown I would spend a Talent For to be her Gallant And call her still mine own The Politick Girle The Tune The Duke of Moâ—mouths Iigge 1. MY dearest Katy prethee be but constant now And whatsoe're is paâ—t I shall forget I vow Do thou be kind and give me but thy hand upon 't And for my faith thou need'st not doubt or stand upon 't I 'le furnish thee with all the Cakes in season sâ—ill And whatsoe're thou shalt desire in reason still Nay more than that thy Annal due I 'le pay to thee And in all moderate things will still give way to thee 2. I must confess thy Pension came but flow of late Which is the cause I think that thou didst change thy mate For when the Sinewy-part of love is took away We know the strength thereof will lessen every day But now thou know'st the
That these more resemble his woes 3. Art thou a Shepherdess and yet too good For a Shepheard to be thy mate If wanton opinion or purenesse of blood Doth make thee disdaine thy estate Let Thirsis pluck Lillyes And feed flocks for Phillis For her love his duty to show Whilst Phillis rehearses The Poesies of Thirsis In his love her beauty to know 4. If Goridons jealousie cannot admit Young Thirsis his rival to be Thy heart is too young to be singular yet And too old to be lov'd is he Then try what the skill is Of young men faire Phillis Ere age thou dost simply retaine If any love pierces Thee deeper than Thirsis Let Thirsis love Phillis in vaine 5. Thus Thirsis went on but Phillis more wise Conceales the delight she find For women their likings have skill to disguise But men cannot masque their minds He mounts where the hill is The proud hill where Phillis Is wonted to rest with her sheep And with his â—lock Thirsis So seldome converses We think he with Phillis doth keep A Song 1. TO love thee without flattery were a sin Since thou art all Inconstancy within Thy heart is govern'd only by thine Eyes â—he newest object is thy richest prize Love me then just as I love thee That 's 'till a fairer I can see 2. I hate this constant doating on a Face Content ne're dwells a week in any place Why then should you and I love one another Longer than we can our fancy smother Love me then just as I love thee That 's 'till a fairer I can see A Song 1. VVHen Thirsis did the splendid Eye Of Phillis his faire Mistris spye Was ever such a glorious Queen Said he unlesse above t were seen 2. Faire Phillis with a blushing aire Hearing those words became more faire Away says he you need not take Fresh beauty you more fair to make 3. Then with a winning smile and looke His candid flattery she took O stay sayd he 't is done I vow Thirsis is captivated now A catch for three Voices made from a true Story 1. A Knot of good fellowes were making moane Their meeting was spoild their pig was gon Whee quoth a Frenchman to Ioan its dark Hark there cryes Mounseir Pig wee l make him pork They caught him stuck him wee ' wee ' what you do To serve you like the mother of the meaz'ld sow Begar me no Bacon you English dogge Weeh weeh you rask all Frenchman wee 'l dresse you like a hogg They kept such a weehing that home came the Pigg Which made them all dance and drinke as long as they could swig They cry the Mounseir pardon forth let him pass No more for a Pigge but now for an Asse A Catch of 3 Parts 1. MY Mistriss will not be content to take a Jest I mean a Jest as Chaucer meant But following still the Womens fashion Allowes it allowes it in the last translation For with the word shee 'l not dispence And yet and yet and yet I know she loves the sence On Loyalty in the Cavaliers 1. HE that is a cleare Cavalier Will not repine Although his fortune grow So very low That he cannot get wine Fortune is a Lass She will embrace And strait destroy Free-borne Loyaltie Will ever be Sing Vive le Roy. Chorus â—ertue is her own reward and fortune is a Whore There 's none but knaves and fools regard Her or do her power implore A reall honest man Might a'bin utterly undone To shew his Allegiance His love and obedience Honour will raise him up And still praise him up Virtue stayes him up Whilst your Loose Courtiers dine With their full Bowles of Wine Honour will stick to it fast And he that fights for love doth in the way of honour move He that is a true Roger and hath serv'd his King Although he be a ragged Souldier Whilst those that make sport of us May become short of us â—te will flatter e'm and will scatter e'm Whilst that Loyalty Waits on Royalty He that waits peacefully May be successfully Crown'd with Crowns at last 2. Firmly let us then Be honest men And kick at fate We shall live to see Loyaltie Valued at a high rate He that bears a word Or a sword Gainst the Throne Or doth prophanely prate To wrong the State Hath but little for his own Chorus What though the Plumes of painted Players Be the prosperous men Yet wee 'l attend our own affaires When we come to 't agen Treachery may be fac't with light And leachery lin'd with furre A Cuckold may be made a Knight 'T is fortune de la gar But what is that to us boyes That now are honest men Wee 'l conquer and come agen Beat up the drum agen Hey for Cavaliers Joy for Cavaliers Pray for Cavaliers Dub a dub dub Have at old Belzebub Oliver stinks for fear Fist-Monarchy must down-boyes And every Sect in Town Wee 'l rally and to 't agen Give 'em the rout agen When they come agen Charge 'em home agen Face to the right about tantararara This is the life of an honest poor Cavalier The Irish footmans O hone 1. NOw Chree'st me save Poor Irish Knave O hone O hone Round about The Town throughout Is poor Shone gone Mayster to find Loving and kind But Shone to his mind is ne're the neare Shone can find none here Which makes him cry for feare O hone O hone Shone being poore Him 's foot being sore For which hee 'l no more Trot about To find mayster out Faiâ— I 'le rather go without And cry O â—one 2. I was so crost That I was forâ—'â— To go barefooâ— With stripes to boot And no shooes none Nill English could I speak My mind for to break And many laught to hear the moane I made And I like a tyr'd Jade That had no worke nor Trade But cry'd O hone Cause Church to go Whither I 'de or no â—le dye or do so Grace a Chreest â—or I love Popish Preest A poor Catholick thou seest O hone O hone â— Good honest Shone Make no more moane For thy lost â—do intend Somthing to spend On Catholicks thus crost Take this small gift And with iâ— make a shift And be not thou berest Of thy mind Although he was unkind â—o leave thee thus behind To cry O hone Here take this Beer and with it make good cheere â—othing's for thee too deare so a due â—e constant still and true This country do not true Nor cry O hone 4. Good Shentlemen That do intend To help poore Shone at 's need My Patron here Has given me Beer And meat whereâ—n to feed Yea and moneys too So I hope that you Will do as he did do For my reliefe To ease my pain griefe I le eat no â—owder'd beef What e're ensue But I will keep my fast As I did in times past To get more stomack for my hungry throat And 〈◊〉 for friends I sought They call'd me all
by your Iustice gives your Empire date 2. Depose that great insulting Tyrant Boy Who most is pleas'd when he does most destroy O let the world no longer govern'd be By such a blind and childish Deity For if you Gods are in your Power severe We shall adore you not for Love but Fear 3. But if you 'l his Divinity maintain 'T is men false men confirm his tott'ring reâ—gn And when their hearts Loves greatest torment prove Let that no pity but our laughter move Thus scorn'd and lost to all their wisht for aim Let rage despair and death consume their flame The Wooing Rogue The Tune â—s My Freedom is all my Ioy. 1. COme live with me and be my Whore And we will beâ— from door to door Then under a hedge we 'l sit and louse us Until the Beadle comes to rouse us And if theâ—'l give us no relief Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief 2. If thou canst rob then I can steal And we 'l eat Roast-meat every meal Nay we 'l eat White-bread every day And throw our mouldy Crusts away And twice a day we will be drunk And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk 3. And when we both shall have the Pox We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks To shift each others mangy hide That is with Itch so pockifi'd VVe 'l take some clean ones from a hedge And leave our old ones for a pledge And leave our old ones for a pledge A Song at the Kings House 1. HOw severe is forgetful old age To confine a poor Lover so That I almost despair to see even the air Much more my dear Damon hey ho. 2. Though I whisper my sighs out alone Yet I am trac'd where-ever I go That some treacherous Tree keeps this old man from me And there he counts every hey ho. 3. How shall I this Argus blind And so put an end to my wo But whilst I beguile all his frowns with a smile I betray my self with a hey ho. 4. My restraint then alas must endure So that since my sad doom I know I will pine for my Love like the Turtle-Dove And breath out my life in hey ho. A Song at the King's House 1. NEver perswade me to 't I vow I live not How canst thou Expect a life in me Since my Soul is sled to thee You suppose because I walk And you think talk I therefore breath alas you know Shades as well as men do so 2. You may argue I have heat My pulses beat My sighs have in them living fire Grant your Argument be truth Such heats my youth Inâ—lame as poysons do only prepare To make death their follower A Song FArewel farewel fond love under whose childish whip I have serv'd out a weary Prenticeship Farewel thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property To dote on those that lov'd not And to sly those that woo'd me Go bane of my content and practise on some other Patient 2. My woful Monument shall be a Cell The murmur of the purling Brook my knell And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall groan Eternally if any ask this Stone What wretched thing doth in this compass lie The hollow Echo shall reply 'T is I 'T is I. The hollow Echo shall reply 'T is I. Farewel farewel A Song at the King's House 1. HAve I not told thee dearest mine That I destroy'd should be Unhappy though the crime was thine And mine the misery Thou art not kind ther 's none so blind As those that will not see 2. Have I not sigh'd away my breath In homage to thy beauty What have I got but certain death A poor reward for duty Well when I 'm gone you 'l ne'r have one That will prove half so true t' ye 3. Have I not steep'd my soul in tears When thou didst hardly mind it But rather added to my fears When love should have declin'd it VVhich in this breast I hope for rest But now despair to sind it 4. O that I could but sound thy heart And fathom but thy mind Then would I search thy better part And force thee to be kind But now I 'm lost and here am crost 'T is they that hide must find 4. If pity then within thy heart Doth own a residence Vouchsafe to read my tragick part And plead my innocence Then when I 'm dead it may be said 'T was love was my offence 5. But since thy will is to destroy I dare not mercy crave But kindly thank my fate and joy I liv'd to die thy Slave Then exercise those killing eyes And frown me to my grave A Song LOve fare thee well Since no love can dwell In thee that in hatred dost all excel 2. All Love is blind Yet none more unkind Than those that repay Love with a proud mind 3. Love that 's Divine Is not Love like to mine Since she doth laugh when I do repine Then gentâ—e Love for Loves own sake Sigh loving Soul and break heart break A Song 1. MAny declare what torments there are Yet none ever felt so much of despair No love can tell how high my griefs swell O curs'd be the pride that reduc'd me to Hell 2. My heart is on fire whilst I do admire That you with disdain requite my desire All must cease that my flames may increase And curs'd be the pride that murther'd my peace A Song at the Kings House BRight Celia know 't was not thine eyes Alone that first did me surprize The Gods use seldom to dispense To your Sex Beauty and Conscience If then they have made me untrue The fault lies not in me but you Sure 't is no crime to break a Vow When we are first I know not how 2. You press me an unusual way To make my Song my Love betray Yet fear you 'l turn it to a jest And use me as y 'ave done the rest Of those sad Captives which complain Yet are enamour'd of their slame And though they die for love of you Dare neither love nor you pursue 3. If love be sin why live you then To make so many guilty men Since 't is not in the power of Art To make a Brest-plate for the heart Since 't is your eyes Loves Shafts convey Into our souls a secret way Where if once sixt no Herb nor Charm Can cure us of our inward harm A Song 1. ALl the flatteries of Fate And the glories of State Are nothing so sweet as what Love doth create If Love you deny 'T is time I should die Kind Death 's a reprieve when you threaten to hate 2. In some shady Grove Will I wander and rove With Philomel and the Disconsolate Dove With a down-hanging wing Will I mournfully sing The Tragick events of Unfortunate Love 3. With our plaints we 'l conspire For to heighten Loves fire Still vanquishing life till at last we
expire But when we are dead In a cold leafy bed Be interr'd with the Dâ—rge of this desolate Qâ—ire A Song at the Kings House 1. LOve that is skrew'd a pitch too high May speak but with a squeeze will die The solid Lover knows not how To play the Changeling with his Vow Small sorrows may find vent and break Great ones will rather burst than speak Such is my fortune when my Flora frowns Not only me but she the world will drown 2. Thus am I drench'd in misery Yet hope she may be kind to me I but 't is long first could she but restrain Those kindnesses which I 'd be glad to gain She 'l surely do'â— if so it shall be known I lov'd her for her own sake not my own Thus will I live and die and so will be Exemplary to all Posterity A Song 1. WHat care I though the world reprove My bold my over-daring love Ignoble minds themselves exempt From int'rest in a brave attempt 2. The Eagle soaring to behold The Sun aray'd in flames of gold Regards not though she burns her wings Since that rich sight such pleasure brings 3. So feel I now my smiling thought To such a resolution brought That it contemns all grief and smart Since I so high have plac'd my heart 4. And if I die some worthy Spirits To future times shall sing my merits That easily did my life despise Yet ne'r forsook my enterprise 5. Then shine bright Sâ—n and let me see The glory of thy Majesty I wish to die so I may have Thy look my death thine eye my grave A Song 1. BUrn and consume burn wretched heart Unhappy in extremes thou art If dying looks serve not thy turn To say thy Beauty makes me burn 2. From thoughts inslam'd pale colours fume Into my face and it consume O my poor heart what charms thee so That thy afflicted face lets know 3. Yet will not tell who murthers thee But yet will still a Lover be Who hides my Phenix eyes that she Whom I adore thus cannot see 4. How I for her am made a prey To sorrow and do pine away O foolish câ—stom and vile use My silence now deserves no truce A Song at the Dukes House O Fain would I before I die Bequeath to thee a Legacy That thou maist say when I am gone None had my heart but thee alone Had I as many hearts as hairs As many lives as Lovers fears As many lives as years have hours They all and only should be yours Dearest before you condescend To entertain a bosom Friend Be sure you know yoâ—r servant well Before your liberty you sell For love 's a fire in young and old 'T is sometimes hot and sometimes cold And men you know that when they please They can be sick of Loves disease Then wisely chuse a Friend that may Last for an age and not a day Who loves thee not for lip or eye But for thy mutual sympathy Let such a Friend thy heart engage For he will comfort thee in age And kiss thy furrow'd wrinkled brow VVith as much joy as I do now A Song called And to each pretty Lass we will give a green Gown 1. THus all our life long we are frolick and gay And instead of Court-revels we merrily play At Trap at Rules and at Barly-break run At Goff and at Foot-ball and when we have done These innocent sports we 'l laugh and lie down And to each pretty Lâ—ss We will give a green Gown 2. We teach our little Dogs to fetch and to carry The Partridge the Hare the Pheasant's our Quarry The nimble Sqirrils with cudgels we 'l chase And the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass And when we have done c. 3. About the May-pole we dance all in a round And with Garlands of Pinks and Roses are crown'd Our little kind tribute we chearfully pay To the gay Lord and the bright Lady o' th' May. And when we have done c. A Song 1. ON the bank of a Brook as I saâ—e fishing Hid in the Oziers that grew on the side Iover-heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing No time nor fortune their Love might divide To Cupid and Venus each offer'd a Vow To love ever as they lov'd now 2. O said the Shepherd and sigh'd What a pleasure Is Love conceal'd betwixt Lovers alone Love must be secret for like fairy treasure When 't is discover'd 't will quickly be gone For Envy and Iealousie if it will stay Would alas soon make it decay 3. Then let us leave this world and care behind us Said the Nymph smiling and gave him her hand All alone all alone where none shall find us In some fair Desart we 'l seek a new Land And there live from Envy and Iealousie free And a World to each other we 'll be A Song 1. CEllamina of my heart None shall e'â—e bereave you If by your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day I will never leave you 2. Passion 's but an empty name Where respect is wanting Damon you mistake your aim Hang your heart and dam your slame If you must be ranting 3. Love as pale and muddy is As decaying Liquor Anger sets it on the Lees And resines it by degrees Till it wâ—rks it quicker 4. Love by anger to beget Wisely you endeavour With a grave Physician wit Who to cure an ague fit Puts me in a Feavour 5. Anger rowseth Love to fight And its only bait is 'T is the guide to dull delight And is but an eager bite When desire at height is 6. If such drops of heat do fall In our wooing weather If such drops of heat do fall We shall have the Devil and all When we come together A Song at the Kings house BEneath a Mirtle shade Which none but Love for happy Lovers made I slept and streight my Love before me brought Phillis the object of my waking thought Undrest she came my flames to meet Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet Flowers that so prest by her became more sweet 2. From the bright Virgins head A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread From her white Temple fell her shady hair Like cloudy Sun-shine not too brown nor fair Her hands her lips did love inspire Her every Grace my heart did fire But most her eyes that languish with desire 3. Ah charming Fair said I How long can you my bliss deny By nature and by Love this lovely shade Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made Silence and shades with Love agree Both shelter you and favour me You cannot blush becâ—use I cannot see 4. No let me die she said Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid Faintly methought she spoke for all the while She bid me not believe her with a smile Then die said I She still denied And yet Thus thus she cry'd You use a harmless Maid and so she died 5. I wak'd and straight I knew I lov'd so well it
made my dream prove true Fancy the kinder Mistris of the two I fancy I had done what Phillis would not do Ah cruel Nymph cease your disdain Whilst I can dream you scorn in vain Asleep or waking I must ease my pain The disconsolate Lover 1. AS I lay all alone on my â—ed slumbring Thinking my restless soul to repose All my thoughts they began then to be numbring Up her disdainings the cause of my woes That so encreast my dolour and pain I fear I never shall see her again Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die 2. When this fair cruel She I first saw praying Within the Temple unto her Saint Then mine eyes every look my heart betraying Which is the cause of my doleful complaint That all my joys are quite sled and gone And I in sorrow am now lefâ— alone Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die 3. Then farewâ—l ev'ry thing that sounds like pleasure And welcome Death the cure of my smaâ—t I deem'd first sight of her I grasp'd a treasure But wo is me it has broken my heart For now my Passing-bell calls away And I with her no longer must stay Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die The subtil and coy Girl The Tune Silvia tell me how long it will be 1. WHy should my Celia now be coy In denying to yield me those Graces Which we did formerly both enjoy In our amorous mutual embraces She 'l not give me a reason But shews me a frown Is enough to destroy a poor Lover Ah Celia once I did think thee mine own But now I my folly discover 2. Is it because I have been so kind At all times to feed thy desire In Presents and Treats thou hast chang'd thy mind And left me like Dun in the Mire Or else is't because thou dost Think my Estate Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav'ry Know Celia 't is not so much out of date To force me endure so much slav'ry 3. Or is 't because thou wilt follow the mode Since most are addicted to changing thou 'dst only get thee a name abroad I being more famous for ranging Nay Celia more this truth thou woo'â—â—ind I therefore advise thee be wary When ever thou geâ—st thee a Mate to thy mind He 'l play thee the same fagary The Drawing of Valentines The tune Madams Iig 1. THere was and there was And I maâ—â—y was there A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together And every Lad had his particular Lass there And drawing of Valentines caused their Coming thither Then Mr. Iohn drew Mrs. Ione fâ—â—st Sir And Mrs. Ione would fain a drawn Iohn an' she Durst Sir So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next Sir And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William Was vex't Sir 2. They then did jumble all in the haâ— together And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly 3. They all together then resolved to draw Sir And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir And told 'em then they ne're should make an end Sir So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily 4. Thus have you heard o' th' twelve that lately drew Sir How every one would fain their Friend have drawn And now there 's left to draw but four o'â—h crew Sir And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir 5. And there is an â—nd and an and and an end of my Song Sir Of Ionne and Iony and William and Gillian too Sir To Kester and Hester and Harry and Mary belong Sir Both Richard and Bridget and Hugh and honest Sue Sir But Watty and Katy and Thomas and Annis here Sir Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear Sir Then ev'ry one i'â—h ' Tavern cry amain Sir And staid till drawing there had fill'd their brain Sir A late and true story of a furious Scold served in her kind The tune Step stately 1. WAs ever man so vex'd with a Trull As I poor Anthony since I was wed For I never can get my belly full But beâ—oâ—e I have supp'd I must hasten to bed Or else she 'l begin to scold and to brawl And to call me Puppy and Cuckold and all Yet she with her Cromes must trole it about Whilest I in my Kennel must snore it out 2. I once did gâ— to drink with a Friend But she in a trice did fetch me away We both but two pence a piece did speâ—d Yet it prov'd to me Execution day For she flew in my face and call'd me fool And comb'd my head with a three-legg'd stool Nay she furnisht my face with so many scratches That for a whole month 't was cover'd with patches 3. Whatever money I get in the day To keep her in quiet I give her at night Or else shall license her tongue to play For two or three hours just like a spright Then to the Cupbord Pilgaâ—lick must hie To seek for some Crusts that have long lain dry So I steep 'um in â—kim-milk until they are wet And commonly this is the Supper I get 4. And once a month for fashion sake She gives me leave to come to her bed But most that time I must lie awake Left she in her fits should knock me o'th'heaâ— But for the Bed I do lie on my self You 'd think ' â—were as soft as an Oaken shelf For the Tick it is made of Hempen-hurds And yet for all this I must give her good words 5. We commonly both do piss in a Pan But the Cullender once was set in the place She then did take it up in her hand And floune't it out on my stomach and face I told her then she urin'd beside But she cay'd me Rogue and told me I lied And swore it was not up to her thumb Then threw she the pan in the middle of the room 6. Then a Maid that was my Sweet heart before Did come to the house to borrow a Pail I kist her but once and I thought on'â— no more But she flew in her face with tooth and nail But the Wench she stood to her and claw'd her about That for a whole fortnight she never stirr'd out For her eyes were so swell'd and her
ranging the Park th' Exchange the Plays Yet ne'r in my Ramble till now did I prove So happy to meet with the man I could love But O how I 'm pleas'd when I think of the man That I find I must love let me do what I can 2. How long I shall love him I can no more tell Than had I a Feaver 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 O how I sigh when I think should â—e woo me That I cannot deny what I know will undo me A Song The Tune Robin Rowser MY Name is honest Harry And I love little Mary In spight of Cis or jealous Bess I 'll have my own vagary 2. My Love is blithe and bucksome And sweet and fine as can be Fresh and gay as the flowers in May And looks like Iackadandy 3. And if she will not have me That am so true a Lover I 'l drink my Wine and ne'r repine And down the stairs I 'l shove her 4. But if that she will love I 'l be as kind as may be I 'l give her Rings and pretty things And deck her like a Lady 5. Her Peticoat of Satin Her Gown of Crimson Taby Lac'd up before and spangled o're Just like a Bartlemew Baby 6. Her Wastcoat is of Scarlet With Ribbons tied together Her Stockins of a bow-dy'd hue And her Shoes of Spanish Leather 7. Her Smock o' th' â—inest Holland And lac'd in every quarter Side and wide and long enough And hangs below her garter 8. Then to the Church I 'l have her Where we will wed together So come home when we have done In spight of wind and weather 9. The Fidlers shall attend us And first play Iohn come kiss me And when that we have danc'd a round They shall play Hit or miss me 10. Then hey for little Mary 'T is she I love alone Sir Let any man do what he can I will have her or none Sir These following are to be understood two ways I Saw a Peacock with a fiery tail I saw a blazing Comet drop down hail I saw a Cloud with Ivy circled round I saw a sturdy Oak creep on the ground I saw a Pismire swallow up a Whale I saw a raging Sea brim full of Ale I saw a Venice Glass sixteen foot deep I saw a Well full of mens tears that weep I saw their Eyes all in a flame of fire I saw a House as big as the Moon and higher I saw the Sun even in the midst of night I saw the Man that saw this wondrous sight On the Sea-sight with the Hollanders in the Râ—mps time MY wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch The English Fleet I all good fortune grutch May no storm toss Van Trump and his Sea-Forces The Harp and Cross shall have my daily curses Smile gentle Fates on the Dutch Admiral Upon our States the Plagues of Egypt fall Attend all health the Cavaliering part This Commonwealth I value not a fart Thus I my wishes and my prayers divide Between the Rebels and the Regicide Backwards and forwards thus I break my mind And hope the Fates at last will be so kind That the old Proverb may but wheel about True men might have their own now Knaves fall out The Answer to Ask me no more whither doth stray 1. I 'LL tell you true whither doth stray The darkness which succeeds the day For Heavens vengeance did allow It still should frown upon your Brow 2. I 'l tell you true where may be found A voice that 's like the Screech-Owls found For in your false deriding throat It lies and death is in its note 3. I 'l tell you true whither doth pass The smiling look seen in the glass For in your face't reflects and there False as your shadow doth appear 4. I 'l tell you true whither are blown The angry wheels of Thistle-down It flies into your mind whose care Is to be light as Thistles are 5. I 'l tell you true within what Nest The Cuckow lays her eggs to rest It is your Bosom which can keep Nor him nor them Farewel I 'l sleep A Dialogue between William and Harry Riding on the Way H. 1. NOble lovely virtuous Creature Purposely so fram'd by nature To inthral your servants wits W. 2. Time must now unite our hearts Not for any my deserts But because methinks it fits H. 3. Dearest treasure of my thought And yet wert thou to be bought With my life thoâ— wert not dear W. 4. Secret comfort of my mind Doubt no longer to be kind But be so and so appear H. 5. Give me love for love again Let our loves be clear and plain Heaven is fairest when it is clearest W. 6. Lest in clouds and in deserring We resemble Seamen erring Farthest off when we are nearest H. 7. Thus with numbers interchanged William's Muse and mine have ranged Verse and Journy both are spent W. 8. And if Harry chance to say That we well have spent the day I for my part am content A Gentleman on his beautiful Mistress 1. YOu meaner Beauties of the night That poorly satisfie our eyes More by your number than your light You common people of the skies What are you when the Sun shall rise 2. You curious Chanters of the Wood That warble forth Dame Natures Lays Thinking your voices understood By their weak accents What 's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise 3. You Violets that first appear By your purple Mantles known Like the proud Virgins of the year As if the Spring were all your own What are you when the Rose is blown 4. So when my Mistris shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind She cannot less be than a Queen And I believe she was design'd T' eclipse the Glory of her kind A Description of the Spring ANd now all Nature seem'd in love The lusty Sun began to move Now Juyce did stir th' embracing Vines And Birds had drawn their Valentines The jealous Trout that low did lie Rose at a well-dissembled Flie Then stood my Friend with Patient skill Attending of his trembling Quill Already were the Eaves possest With the swift Pilgrims dawbed Nest The Groves already did rejoyce In Philomel's triumphing voice The Showrs were short the Weather mild The Morning fresh the Evening smil'd Ione takes her neat rub'd Pail and now She trips to meet the Sand-red Cow Where for some sturdy Foot-ball Swain Ione stroaks a Syllabub or twain The Fields and Gardens were beset VVith Tulip Crocus Violet And now though late the modest Rose Did more than half a blush disclose Thus all lookt gay all full of chear To welcom this new liv'ried Year On a Shepherd losing his Mistris Tune Amongst the Myrtles as I walk'd 1. STay Shepherd prethee Shepherd stay Didst thou not see her run this way Where may she be canst thou not guess Alas I 've
lost my Shepherdess 2. I fear some Satyr has betray'd My pretty Lamb unto the shade Then wo is me for I 'm undone For in the shade she was my Sun 3. In Summer heat were she not seen No solitary Vale was green The blooming Hills the downy Meads Bear not a Flower but where she treads 4. Hush'd were the senseless Trees when she Sate but to keep them company The silver streams were swell'd with pride When she sate singing by their side 5. The Pink the Cowslip and the Rose Strive to salute her where she goes And then contend to kiss her Shoo The Pancy and the Daizy too 6. But now I wander on the Plains Forsake my home and Fellow-Swains And must for want of her I see Resolve to die in misery 7. For when I think to find my Love Within the bosom of a Grove Methinks the Grove bids me forbear And sighing says She is not here 8. Next do I fly unto the Woods Where Flora pranks her self with Buds Thinking to find her there But lo The Myrtles and the Shrubs say No. 9. Then what shall I unhappy do Or whom shall I complain unto No no here I 'm resolv'd to die Welcome sweet Death and Destiny The Soldiers Resolution HEre stands the man that for his Countreys good Has with couragious Arms in sweat and blood Ran through an Host of Pikes He he I was Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass Kickt my black Stars spurn'd Balls of fire with scoâ— Like to a Foot-ball in a frosty morn Made Death to tremble and have bid my Drum Beat a Defiance to the Cowardly scum And shall I now like a Pedantick stand Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand To base-born Peasants No he 's but a Worm That strikes his Top-sail to a little Storm Here then I 'l fix that nothing shall controul The Resolutions of a Gallant Soul On the Golden Cross in Cheapside TWo Fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap Says one Methinks it is the rarest heap Of Stone that e're was built it ought I see One of the Wonders of the World to be No says the other and began to swear The Crosses of the World no Wonders are On a Pretender to Gentility suspected to be a Highway-man A Great Pretender to Gentility Came to a Herald for his Pedigree Beginning there to swagger roar and swear Requir'd to know what Arms he was to beat The Herald knowing what he was begun To rumble o'r his Heraldry which done Told him he was a Gentleman of note And that he had a very glorious Coat Prethee what is 't quoth he and here 's your fees Sir says the Herald 't is two Rampant Trees One Couchant add to give it further scope A Ladder Passant and a Pendant Rope And for a grace unto your Blue-coat Sleeves There is a Bird i' th' Crest that strangles Thieves A Song 1. A Blith and bonny Country Lass Sate sighing on the tender Grass And weeping said will none come woo her A dapper Boy a lither Swain That had a mind her love to gain VVith smiling looks straight came unto her 2. When as the wanton Girl espied The means to make her self a Bride She simper'd much like bonny Nell The Swaâ—n that saw her very kind Hâ—s Arms about her body twin'd And said Fair Lass how fare ye well 3. The Country Lass said Well forsooth But that I have a longing tooth A longing tooth that makes me cry Alas says he what gaâ—s thy grief A wound says she without relief I fear that I a Maid shall die 4. If that be all the Shepherd said I 'l make thee Wive it gentle Maid And so â—ecure thy Malady On which they kist with many an Oâ—th And ' sore God Pan did plight their Troth So to the Church away they hie 5. And Iove send every pretty Peat That fears to die of this conceit So kind a Friend to help at last Then Maids shall never long again When they find ease for such a pain And thus my Roundelay is past A Song on Love 1. IF Love be Life I long to die Live they that list for me And he that gains the most thereby A fool at least shall be But he that feels the forest fits Scapes with no less than loss of wits Unhappy life they gain which Love do entertain 2. In day by feigned Looks they live By lying Dreams in night Each â—rown a deadly wound doth give Each smile a false delight If 't hap their Lady pleasant seem It is for others love they deem If void she seem of joy disdain doth make her coy 4. Such is the peace that Lovers find Such is the Life they lead Blown here and there with every wind Like Flowers in the Mead. Now war now peace then war again Desire despair delight disdain Though dead in midst of life in peace and yet at strife A Song I Serve Amynta whiter than the snow Streighter than Cedar brighter than the Glass More sine in trip than foot of running Roe More pleasant than the Field of flow'ring Grass More gladsom to my with'ring joys that fade Than Winters Sun or Summers cooling Shade 2. Sweeter than swelling Grape of ripest Vine Softer than feathers of the fairest swan Smoother than Jet more stately than the Pine Fresher than Poplar smaller than my span Clearâ—r than Phoebus fiery pointed Beam Or Icy Crust of Crystals frozen streams 3. Yet is she curster than the Bear by kind And harder-hearted than the aged Oak More glib than Oyl more sickle than the Wind More stiff than steel no sooner bent but broke Lo thus my service is a lasting sore Yet will I serve although I die therefore The Description of Love in a Dialogue between two Shepherds Will and Tom. Tom. 1. SHepherd what 's Love I prethee tell Will. It is that fountain and that Well Where Pleasure and Repeutance dwell It is perhaps that fauncing Bell That toles All-in to Heaven or Hell And this is Love as I heard tell T. 2. Yet what is Love I prethee say W. It is a work on Holy-day It is December match'd with May When lusty Bloods in fresh array Hearten months after of their play And this is Love as I hear say T. 3. Yet what is Love I pray be plain W. It is a Sun-shine mixt with Rain It is a Tooth-ach or worse pain It is a Game where none doth gain It is a thing turmoils the brain And this is Love as I hear sayen T. 4. Yet Shepherd what is Love I pray W. It is a yea it is a nay A pretty kind of sporting fray It is a thing will soon away For 't will not long with any stay And this is Love as I hear say T. 5. Yet what is Love good Shepherd show W. A thing that creeps it cannot go A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that loves shall find it so And Shepherd this is Love I
free gifts they thee damnifie Use Wine for thirst Venus for lawful Seed To pass these limits may thy danger breed On Wine HE that with Wine Wine thinks t' expel One ill would with another quell A Trumpet with a Trumpet drown Or with the Cryer of the Town Still a loud man Noise deaf with noise Or to convert a Bawd make choice Of a Pander Pride with pride shame thus Or put a Cook down by Calistratus Discord by discord think to case Or any man with scoffs appease So War by Battel to restrain And labour mitigate by pain Command a sudden peace between Two shrill Scolds in the height of spleen By Drink to queneh Drink is all one As is by strife strife to attone A Song called Hide-Park The tune Honour invites you to delights Come to the Court and be all made Knights 1. COme all you noble you that are neat ones Hide-Park is now both fresh and green Come all you Gallants that are great ones And are desirous to be seen Would you a Wife or Mistriss rare Here are the best of England fair Here you may chuse also refuse As you your judgments pleâ—se to use 2. Come all you Courtiers in your neat fashions Rich in your new unpaid-for silk Come you brave Wenches and court your stations Here in the bushes the Maids do milk Come then and revel the Spring invites Beauty and youth for your delights All that are fair all that are rare You shall have license to compare 3. Here the great Ladies all of the Land are Drawn with six Horses at the least Here are all that of the Strand are And to be seen now at the best Westminster-Hall who is of the Court Unto his place doth now all resort Both high and low here you may know And all do come themselves to shew 4. The Merchants wives that keep their Coaches Here in the Park do take the air They go abroad to avoid reproaches And hold themselves as Ladies fair For whilst their Husbands gone are to trade Unto their ships by Sea or Land Who will not say why may not they Trade like their own Husbands in their own way 5. Here from the Countrey come the Girls flying For husbands though of parts little worth They at th' Exchange have been buying The last new fashion that came forth And are desirous to have it seen As if before it ne're had been So you may see all that may be Had in the Town or Countrey 6. Here come the Girls of the rich City Aldermens daughters fair and proud Their Jealous Mothers come t' invite ye For fear they should be losti'th ' croud Who for their breeding are taught to dance Their birth and fortune to advance And they will be as frolick and free As you your self expect to see To his coy Mistris 1. COy one I say Be gone My love-days now are done Were thy Brow like Iv'ry free Yet 't is more black than Jet to me 2. Might thy hairy Tress compare With Daphne's sporting with the air As it is worse fetter'd far Than th' knotty tuffs of Mandrakes are 3. Were there in thy squint eyes found True native sparks of Diamond As they are duller sure I am Than th' Eye-Lamps of a dying man 4. Were thy breath a Civet scent Or some purer Element As there 's none profess thee love Can touch thy lips without a Glove 5. Were thy Nose of such a shape As Nature could no better make As it is so skrewed in It claims acquaintance with thy Chin. 6. Were thy Breasts two rising Mounts Those Ruby Nipples milky Founts As these two so fairly move They 'd make a Lover freeze for love 7. Could thy pulse affection beat Thy Palm a balmy moisture sweat As their active vigor's gone Dry and cold as any stone 8. Were thy arms legs feet and all That we with modesty can call Nay were they all of such a grace As 't might be stil'd Love amorous place 9. As all these yield such weak delight They 'd fright a Bridegroom the first night And hold it a curse for to be sped Of such a fury in his bed 10. Could thine high improved state Vye with the greatest Potentate As in all their store I find Mole-hills to a noble mind 11. Wert thou as rich in Beauties form As thou are held in Natures scorn I vow these should be none of mine Because they are entitled thine A Dialogue concerning Hair between A Man and a Woman M. 1. ASk me no more why I do wear My Hair so far below my ear For the first Man that e're was made Did never know the Barbers Trade W. 2. Ask me no more where all the day The foolish Owl doth make her stay 'T is in your Locks for tak'â— from me She thinks your hair an Ivy-tree M. 3. Tell me no more that length of hair Can make the visage seem less fair For howsoe'r my hair doth sit I 'm sure that yours comes short of it W. 4. Tell me no more men were long hair To chase away the colder air For by experience we may see Long hair will but a back friend be M. 5. Tell me no more that long hair can Argue deboistness in a man For 't is Religious being inclin'd To save the Temples from the wind W. 6. Ask me no more why Roarers wear Their hair exâ—ant below their ear For having morgag'd all their Land They 'd fain oblige the appearing Band. M. 7. Ask me no more why hair may be The expression of Gentility 'T is that which being largely grown Derives its Gentry from the Crown W. 8. Ask me no more why grass being grown With greedy Sickle is cut down Till short and sweet So ends my Song Lest that long hair should grow too long A Song 1. THat Beauty I ador'd before I now as much despise 'T is Money only makes the Whore She that for love with her Crony lies â—ichaste But that 's the Whore that kisses for prâ—â—â— 2. Let Iove with Gold his Danae woo It shall be no rule for me Nay ' â— may be I may do so too When I 'me as old as he Till then I 'le never bire the thing that 's freeâ—punc 3. If Coin must your Affection Imp Pray get some other Friend My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp I never that intend Yet can be noble too if I see they mend 4. Since Loving was a Liberal Art How canst thou trade for gain The pleasure is on your part 'T is we Men take the pain And being so must Women have the gain 5. No no I 'le never farm your Bed Nor your Smock-Tenant be I hate to rent your white and red You shall not let your Love to me I court a Mistris not a Landlady 6. A Pox take him that first set up Th' Excise of Flesh and Skin And since it will no better be Let 's both to kiss begin To kiss freely if not you may go spin The Careless Swain
1. IS she gone let her go faith Boys I care not I 'l not sue after her I dare not I dare not Though she 'as more Land than I by many an Acre I have plow'd in her ground who will may take her 2. She is a witty one and she is fair too She must have all the Land that she is Heir too But as for Free Land she has not any For hers is Lammas ground common to many 3. Were it in Several ' â—were a great favour It might be an inriching to him that shall have her But hers is common ground and without bounding You may graze in her ground and fear no pounding A Catch for three Voices JAck Will and Tom are ye come I think there is mirth in your faces How glad I 'm to see such Lads all agree In tunes and time and graces A Song 1. CHloris when I to thee present The cause of all my discontent And shew that all the wealth that can Flow from this little world of man Is nought but Constancy and Love Why will you other objects prove 2. O do not cozen your desires With common and mechanick fires That picture which you see in gold In every Shop is to be sold And Diamonds of richest prize Men only value with their eyes 3. But look upon my loyal heart That knows to value every part And loves thy hidden virtue more Than outward shape which fools adore In that you 'l all the treasures find That can content a noble mind The forsaken Maid A Song 1. NOr Love nor Fate dare I accuse For that my Love doth me refuse But O mine own unworthiness That durst presume so great a bliss Too mickle 'twere for me to love A man so like the Gods above VVith Angels face and Saint-like voice 'T is too Divine for Humane choice 2. But had I wisely given mine heart For to have lov'd him but in part As only to enjoy his face Or any one peculiar Grace A foot or hand or lip or eye Then had I liv'd where now I die But I presuming all to chuse Am now condemned all to lose 3. You Rural Gods that guard the Swains And punish all unjust disdains O do not censure him for this It was my error and not his This only boon of you I 'le crave To fix these Lines upon my Grave Like Icarus I soar'd too high For which offence I pine I die On a Precise Taylor A Taylor but a man of upright dealing True but for lying honest but for stealing Did fall one day extremely sick by chance And on a sudden fell in a wondrous Trance The Friends of Hell must'ring in fearful manner Of sundry colour'd Silks display'd a Banner Which he had stoln and wish'd as they did tell That he might one day find it all in Hell The man affrighted at this Apparition Upon Recovery grew a great Precisian He bought a Bible of the new Translation And in his Life he shew'd great Reformation He walk'd demurely and he talked meekly He heard two Lectures and two Sermons weekly He vow'd to shun all Company unruly And in his speech he us'd no Oath but Truly And zealously to help the Sabbaths Rest The Meat for that day on the Eve was drest And lest the custom that he had to steal Might cause him sometimes to forget his zeal He gives his Journey-man a special charge That if the Stuff allow'd fell out to large And that to filch his fingers were inclin'd He then should put the Banner in his mind This done I scarce can tell the rest for laughter A Captain of a Ship came three days after And bought three yards of Velvet three quarters To make his Vest so large to hang below his garters He that precisely knew what was enough Soon slipâ— away a quarter of the Stust His man espying it said in derision Remember Master how you saw the Vision Peace Fool quoth he I did not see one rag Of such like colour'd Stuff within the Flag The Scotch Girls Complaint for an Englishmans going away when my Lord Monk came for England 1. ILl tide this cruel Peace that hath gain'd a War on me I never fancied Laddy till I saw mine Enemy O methoughts he was the blâ—â—hest one That e're I set mine eyes upon VVell might have fool'd a wiser one As he did me He look'd so pretty and talk'd so witty None could deny But needs must yield the Fort up Gude faith and so did I. 2. Tantara went the Trumpets and strait we were in Arms VVe dreaded no Invasions Embrances were our Charms As we close to one another sit Did according to our Mothers wit But hardly now can smother it It will be known Alack and welly sick back and belly Never was Maid A Soldier is a coming though young Makes me afraid 3. To England bear this Sonnet direct it unto none But to the brave Monk-Heroes both sigh and singing moan Some there are perhaps will take my part At his bosom Cupid shake his dart That from me he ne'r may part That is mine own O maist thou never wear Bow and Quiver Till I may see Once more the happy feature Of my lov'd Enemy On Fairford curious Church-Windows which scap'd the War and the Puritan TEll me you Anti-Saints why Glass To you is longer liv'd than Brasâ— And why the Saints have scap'd their falls Better on VVindows than on VValls Is it because the Brothers fires Maintain a Glass-house at Blackfriers Next why the Church stands North and South And East and VVest the Preachers mouth Or is 't because such painted ware Resembles something what you are So pied so seeming so unsound In Doctrine and in Manners found That out of Emblematick wit You spare your selves in sparing it If it be so then Fairford boast Thy Church hath kept what all hath lost It is preserved from the bane Of either VVar or Puritan Whose Life is coloured in thy Paint The inside Dross but outside Saint The Soldiers praise of a Lowse 1. WIll you please to hear a new Ditty In praise of a six footed Creature She lives both in Countrey and City She 's woundrous loving by nature 2. She 'l proffer her service to any She 'l stick close but she will prevail She is entertained by many Till death no Master she 'l fail 3. Your rich men she cannot endure Nor can she your shifter abide But still she sticks close to the poor Though often they claw her hide 4. The non-suited man she 'l woo him Or any good fellows that lack She will be as nigh a friend to him As the shirt that sticks to his back 5. Your neat Landress she perfectly hates And those that do set her awork And still in foul Linen delights That she in the seams on 't may lurk 6. Corruption she draws like a Horse-leech Being big she grows a great breeder At night she goes home to her Cottage And in the day is a devillish feeder
the bright Visions head A careless vail of Lawn was Loosely spread From her white shoulders fell her shaded hair Like cloudy Sun-shine nor too brown nor fair Her hands her lips did love inspire Her ev'ry part my heart did fire But most her eyes that languish'd with desire Ah charming Fair said I How long will you my bliss and yours deny By nature and by Iove this lonesome Shade Was for revenge of suff'ring Lovers made Silence and Shades with Love agree Both shelter you and favour me You cannot blush because I cannot see No let me die she said Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid Faintly she spoke methought for all the while She bid me not believe her with a smile Then die said I She still deny'd And is it thus thus thus she cry'd You use a harmless Maid And so she dy'd I wak'd and straight I knew I lov'd so well it made my Dream prove true Fancy the kinder Mistriss of the two Fancy had done what Phillis would not do Ah cruel Nymph cease your disdain While I can dream you scorn in vain Asleep or waking you must ease my pain The Bachelors Song LIke a Dog with a Bottle fast ty'd to his Tail Like a Vermin in a Trap or a Thief in a Jail Like a Tory in a Bog Or an Ape with a Clog Even such is the man who when he may go free Does his Liberty lose In a Matrimony Noose And sells himself into Captivity The Dog he doth howl when the Bottle doth jog The Vermin the Thief and the Tory in vain Of the Trap of the Jail of the Quagmire complain But well fare poor Pug For he plays with his Clog And though he would be rid on 't rather than his life Yet he hugs it and tugs it as a Man does his Wife The Batchelors Satyr reâ—orted 1. LIke a Dog that runs madding at Sheep or at Cows Like a Boar that runs brumling after the Sows Like a Jade full of Rancor Or a Ship without Anchor Such is the Libertine whom sense invites To spend his leisures In recoyling pleasures And prefers Looseness unto Hymens Rites Whereas that honest Tedder holds The Dog from ranging to the Folds And the soft tie of sixt desire Keeps men from that Boarish mire The Bit and Reins The Horse restrains And th' Anchor saves The Ship from Waves Vermin indeed are oft deserv'dly caught In their own Traps Venereous Claps Which Health and Wealth and Conscience dearly bought 2. Those Felons of themselves are their own Jails And by stoln Pleasure do their sin intail Such wandring Tories in unknown Bogs And busie Urchins are ensaf'd by Clogs But well fare that Bird That sweetly is heard To sing in the contented Cage Secure from fears And all the snares Of a Licentious and trepanning Age Passing a calm harmonious Life Just like an honest Man and Wife A Reply to the Batchelors Satyr retorted LIke a Cat with her Tail fast hel'd by a Peg Like a Hog that gruntles when he 's ty'd by the leg Like a gall'd Horse in a Pownd Or a Ship run a ground Such is the Man who ty'd in a Nuptial Nooze With the proud Stoick brags Of his Patches and his Rags And rails at looseness yet would fain get loose Whereas the Cat not knowing who vext her Tooth and nail assaults the thing that is next her And the soft tye of fixt desire Binds the Hog to the Paradise of his dear Mire The Horse frisks about But cannot get out And the Anchor gives way To the boysterous Sea Husbands indeed are oft deserv'dly caught In their own Traps By others Claps Or Midwives Nurses Cradles dearly bout These Felons to themselves are their own Jail Some on the Parish do their Bratsentail Like Tories from thir Wives and Children run Designing but to Do and be Undone Or else like Hedghogs under Crabtrees roll To bring home to their Drabs A burthen of Crabs And then retire to their Hole But well fare the Owl Of all feather'd Fowl That in the contented Ivy-bush sings She dodders all day While the little birds play And at midnight she flutters her wings Hooting out her mopish discontented Life Just like and honest man and Wife On a Wedding HOw pleasant a thing were a Wedding And a Bedding If a Man could purchase a Wife For a twelvemonth and a day But to live with her all a mans life For ever and for ay Till she grows as grey as a Cat Good faith Mr. Parson excuse me for that The Answer HOw honest a thing is a Wedding And a Bedding If a man but make choice of a virtuous Wife To live with for aye Not a month and a day But to love and to cherish all days of his life Till both are grown grave rich fruitful and fat Good sooth Sir there needs no excuses for that And thus against all Syrens safely stands The wise Ulysles ty'd with Nuptial Bands Vpon His Majesties Picture drawn by a Fair Lady YOur hand with Nature at a noble strife Hath paid our Sovereign a great share of Life Strange fate that Charles did ne'r more firmly stand Then when twice rescu'd by a female hand Fair Voucher of the Royal Head which we owe Though first to Madam Lane yet next to you But here your glory much doth hers out-vie She us'd disguise you use discovery And sure there 's not so much of Honour shown To save by hiding as by making known Yet hence for you the odds do higher lie She sav'd from Death you from Mortality Who in despight of fate can give reprieve And in this deathless Image make him live Warwicks great worth must quit the leaves of same There never was a make-â—ing till you came Had Shiva's Queen known thus she need not roam Sh' had seen the Learned Monarch nearer home O how Vandike would fret himself by you Baffl'd at once in th' Art and Object too Nature her self amaz'd doth scarce yet know For certain whether she drew both or you And we seeing so much life in th' Image shown Fear least it speak and lay a Claim to th' Crown And th' vulgar apt to a more gross mistake Should Charles but for his Pictures Picture take Who knows what harm might from your pencil come If Painting had not been an Art that 's dumb Wâ—râ—'sters strict search had ceas'd did Cromwel know How much of Charles your hand could to him show And the great Rebel would contented be To have him murther'd in this Effigie Wherein he doth so much himself appear I am i' th' Presence whilst I spy him here His Crown he may from others hands receive But only you Charles to himself could give To be thus lively drawn is th' only thing Could almost make me wish my self a King Go on Fair Hand and by a nobler Art Make Charles a Prince compleat in every part And to the world this rare example show You can make Kings and get them Subjects too FINIS Westminster
Play acted after the Fire SO shipwrackt Passengers escape to land So look they when on bare Beach they stand Dropping and cold and their first feare scarce o're Expecting famine from a desert shore From that hard Climate we must wait for bread Whence even the Natives forc't by hunger fled Our stage does humane chance present to view But ne're before was seen so sadly true You are chang'd to and your pretence to see Is but a nobler name of charitie Your own provisions furnish out our feasts Whilst you the founders make your selves our guests Of all mankind besides Fate had some care But for poore Witt no portion did prepare 'T is left a rent-charge to the brave and faire You cherisht it now its fall you mourne Which blind unmannerd Zealots make their scorne Who think the fire a Judgment on the stage Which spar'd not Temples in its surious rage But as our new-built City rises higher So from old Theaters may new aspire Since Fate contrives magnificence by fire Our great Metropolis doth farr surpasse What ere is now equald all that was Our Witt as far doth forrein wit excell And like a king should in a Pallace dwell But we with golden hopes are vainely fed Talk high and entertaine you in a shed Your presence here for which we humbly sue Will grace old Theaters and build up new A Song OF all the briske daâ—â—s my Selina for me For I love not a woman unlesse she be free The affection that I to my Mistris do pay Grows weary unless she does meet me half way There can be no pleasure 'till humours do hit Then Jumping's as good in affection as wit No sooner I came but she lik't me as soone No sooner I askt but she granted my boon And without a preamble a portion or Jointer She promis'd to meet me where e're I 'de appoint her So we struck up a match and embrac'd each other Without the consent of Father or Mother Then away with a Lady that 's modest and coy Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy Lâ—t her tickle her fancy with secret delight And refuse all the day what she longs for at night I believe my Selina who shews they 'r all mad To feed on dry bones when flesh may be had A SONG Give o're foolish heart and make hast to despare For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayer Which plead for thy passion thy paines to prolong She courts her gittar and replyes with a Song No more shall true lovers such beauties adore Were the gods so severe men would worship no more No more will I waite like a slave at your doore I will spend the cold night at the windows no more My lungs in long sighs I 'le no more exhale Since your pride is to make me grow sullen pale No more shall Amintas your pitty implore Were gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall your frowns free humour perswade To worship the Idol my fancy hath made When your Saint's so neglected your follies give 'ore Your deity's lost and your beauty 's no more No more shâ—ll true lovers such beauties adore Were the gods so severe men would worship no moâ—â— How weak are the vowes of a lover in paine When flarter'd with hope or opprest with disdain No sooner my Daphne's bright eyes I review But all is forgot and I vow all anew No more fairest Nymph I will murmur no more Did the Gods seem so faire men would ever adore A Song 1. COrinna ' false it cannot be Let me not hear 't againe 't is blasphemie Shee 's divine Not the Shrine Where the Vestall flames doe shine Holds out a light so constant pure as she First shall the nights Out-burne those Taper lights Which Emulate the one ey'd day Phaebus rayes Shall outgaze Titan in his chiefest praise Snow shall burne Floods returne To their Springs their funerall urne E're my Corinna's constancy decay 2. Not innocence it selfe is free From imputation and ' tweâ—e base in me Where I find Love combin'd In a heart of one so kind To injure vertue with Jealousie Still do I strive To keep my joyes alive And vindicate Corinna's fame Whilst my brest Doth suggest Thoughts which violate my rest And my feares Flow in Teares Whilst they wound me through the eare 's Which cast aspersion on Corinna's name 3. 'T is sayd Corinna may it be As false as my affection 's true to thee That thou art How my heart Greeves such terrors to impart Not what thou wast before to me This this destroyes My late triumphant Joyes Which sweld when in your armes I was intwin'd Loves best wreath You did breath You vowd to be my love till death Sealing this With that blisse Whilst with armes and every word a kiss Our pure soules were as our hearts combin'd Last night I walkt into a grove â—Mong shady bowers to bewaile my love There to find Fate so kind As to ease my pensive mind Or thoughts of my Corinna to remove But there the Nightingale Had husht her pretty tale Leaving her ditty 's to the Owle Which made me sad And did adde Fewel to the flame I had That poore I Now must die Unless Corinna's constancy Takes off this clogg which overwhelmes my soule The Petticoate wagge with the Answer SOme say the world is full of holes And I think Many a chinke Is unstopt that were better clos'd Is now unstopt that were better clos'd To stop them all is more than to build Pauls Wherefore he That would see How men are in private dispos'd How most men are in private dispos'd Then let him looke the world throughout From the oyster-wench to the black bagg And peepe here And peepe there You 'l still find the petticoate wagge The Answer SOme say the world is full of pelse But I think There 's no Chinke Because I have so little my selfe Because I have now so little my selfe Where pockets are full there men will borrow But one must Neveâ— trust 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow â— let him look the world throughout From the Usurer to his best friend And ask here And ask there But the Devil a penny they 'l lend An Invocation to Cupid A SONG YOu powers that guard loves pleasant Thronâ— And guide our passions by your owne 〈◊〉 downe send down that golden dart 〈◊〉 makes two Lovers weare one heart Sollicite Venus that her doves â—hich through their bills translate their loves May teach my tender love and I To kisse into a Sympathy Pray Cupid if it be no sinne 'Gainst nature for to make a twinne Of our two soules that the others eyes May see death cozen'd when one dyes If oh you Powers you can implore Thus much from Love know from your store Two Amorous Turtles shall be freed VVhich yearly on your Altar bleed A beautifull and great Lady died in March and
ere withstood Thou forcest me to write Come turne about Robbin hood 2. Her Cresses that were wrought Most like the goâ—den snâ—re My loving heart has caught As Mos did catch the Mare 3. Grant pitty else I dye Love so my heart bewitches With griefe I 'le howle and cry O how my elbow Itches 4. Teares overflow my sight With Floods of daily weeping That in the silent night I cannot rest for sleeping 5. What is 't I would not do To purchase one sweet smile Bid me to China go Faith I 'le sit still the while 6. But since that all reliefe And comfort doth forsake me I 'le kill my self with grief Nay then the Devil take me 7. Mark well my dolefull hap Iove Rector of the Thunder Send down a fiery clap And tear her smock asunder The Rhodomontade I Le tell you of a Lâ—â—t With â— Nâ—se live a Spout Which some câ—ll a sâ—out And was so siout That he had often sought Full many about With many ascâ—â—â— And at 'em would shâ—â—â— Then put 'um to 〈◊〉 Nay beat ' 〈…〉 Though in a greet 〈…〉 At men he would â—ront And at women 〈…〉 His sood still was 〈◊〉 Which bred him the gout He was a true trout To good Alc when he mout And did allways allow'â— This yoâ— must not doubt I 've heard him to vow 't As he went in and out And his Wife HIs Wise's name was Gracâ— And had a good Face Yet had but little grace Shee 'd kiss in any place Nay to gather a brace Which some say is base And some did her châ—câ— Into a pittifull case She lov'd Cloves and Mace Heâ— father car'd the Mace For the Mayor in a place She still wears lace And will keep on her pace When she 〈◊〉 a race For a very great space She fishes with a dace When she takes any place When she dances she 'l race She 'l not baâ—e you an ace Of the truth of this she says The Sonne Jack Their sons name was Jack Who was very black And got many a knack And seldome did lack Vnlesse Milk cal'd laâ— At Cardâ—s he would pack And was counted a quâ—eâ— Nay bin brought to the rack For siring a 〈◊〉 Of corn in a back Side like a mad back Made 's bones to crack Nay sometimes to cack Till they gavâ— him som sack Nay they hâ—ld him â—ack And did him thwacâ— And never did slack Till he went to wrack Yet with 's lips he would smack And 〈◊〉 is true of Jack The Daughter Nel. Their daughters nams Nel Who poor thing did dwell Full long in a Cell And there t was she fell That one rang her knell Being sallen into Hell The devills to quell And there I do smell That shâ— then did sell Her ware very well She made 'em to yell And likewise to swell So they writ on a Shâ—ll A very great Spell At long as an â—ll That she bore 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For abusing in hâ—ll She had no 〈◊〉 A'l this her self did tell And all dâ—ne by Nell A Song Come hang up your care and cast away sorrow Drink on hee 's a soâ— that e're thinks of tomorrow Good store of Terse-Claret sâ—upplyes every thing For a man that is drunk is as great as a King Let no one with Crosses or Losses repine But take a full dose of the juice of the Wine Diseases and troubles are nere to be found But in the damp place where the glass goes not round A SONG The Tune I 'le go no more to the New Exchange NEver will I wed a Girle that 's coy Nor one that is too free But she alone shall be my joy That keeps a mean to me For if too Coy then I must court For a kisse as well as any And if too free I fear o' th' Sport I then may have too many 2. Nelly a Girle was proud and coy But what good got she by it VVhen they 'd a mind to kisse and toy Then shee 'd be still unquiet For of the four or five she had They all have left her now Her impertinent tricks did make 'em madd And so t wou'd me or you 3. Nanny was a Lasse that was too free And amorous withall Shee 'd ne're with any disagree But ready at their call That some her freeness did impute Unto good nature in her Others have said without dispute Shee 'd prove a private sinner 4. Then for a Girle that 's not too free Or Coy but at my call Yet handsome I wou'd have her be And oblieging unto all That I may never say I have wed A Girle that 's starcht with Pride Or sool or ugly or ill bred I 'de rather want a Bride An Invitation to enjoyment 1. COme O come I brook no stay He doth not love that can delay See how the stealing night Hath blotted out the light And Tapers do supply the day 3. See the first ' Tapers almost gone Thy flame like that will strait be none And I as it expire Not able to hold fire She looseth time that lyes alone 4. O let us cherish then these powers Whilst we may yet call them ours Then we best spend our time When no dull zealous Chime But sprightful kisses strike the houres The Rurall Dance about the May-pole The Tune the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball in May 1671. 1. COme lasses and ladds Take leave of your Dadds And away to the May-pole hey For every he Has got him a she With a Minstrill standing by For Willy has gotten his Iill And Ionny has got his Ione To jigg it jigg it jigg it jigg it Jigg it up and down 2. Strike up sayes Wat Agreed sayes Kate And I prethee Fidler play Content sayes Hodge And so sayes Madge For this is a Holliday Then every man did put His Hat off to his Lasse And every Girle did curchy Curchy curchy on the Grasse 3. Begin sayes Hall I l says Mall Wee 'l lead up Packintons pound No no says Noll And so says Doll Wee 'l first have Scllengers round Then every man began to foot it round about And every Girle did jet it jet it jet it in and out 4. Y' are out says Dick 'T is a lye says Nick The Fidler playd it false 'T is true says Hugh And so says Sue And so says nimble Alice The Fidler then began to play the Tune agen And every Girle did trip it trip it trip it to the men Le ts kiss says Iane Content says Nan And so says every she How many says Batt Why three says Matt For that 's a maidens fee Buâ— they instead of three did give 'em halfe a score And they inkindnesse gave 'em gave 'em gave ' em as many more 6. Then after an hour They went to a bower And play'd for Ale and Cakes And kisses too Untill they were due The Lasses kept the stakes The Girles did then begin to quarrel with the men And bid 'em take their kisses back and give 'em their own
of hate That my Clariada now is from me gone But I confesse 't is my unworthiness That I in sorrow thus am left alone I doated on her and thought to 'a won her But wo is me I still must think upon her Which is the cause of all my smart She lookt so pretty and talkt so witty None that ere I saw in Town or in City Ere like her could thus surprize my heart 2. Had I set my heart to have lov'd her but in part As only to enjoy her angels face Her curious eye or cheeks of rosie die Or lip or any one peculiar grace Butmy sad refusing one must all be loosing O that I had us'd discretion in my chusing Then I might a liv'd and not a dy'd But like Iâ—arus I by soaring up too high With his waxen wings so neâ—e the Sun to fly Am justly punisht for my foolish pride O you Powers Divine I 'le offer at your shrine If you will grant me this when I am gone That no punishment on her her may e're be sent The fault was only mine and mine alone Also I do crave this benefit to have That this Motto may be fixt upon my grave Here 's lyes one by foolish pride was slaine That who ere comes near may gently shed a tear On my Hearse and say O 't was severe So small offence should breed such mic kle paine On his Mistresse's Garden of Herbs HEarts-case an heâ—b that sometimes hath bin seen In my Loves garden plot to flourish green Is dead and witâ—er'd with a wind of woe And bitter Rue in place thereof doth grow The cause I find to be because I did Neglect the Herb call'd Time which now doth bid Me never hope nor look once more againe To gaine Hearts-case to ease my heart of paine One hope is this in this my wosul case My Rue though bitter may prove Herbe of grace The Itaâ—iâ—n Pedlar 1. MAids see what you lack Ere I open my pack For here is that will please you Do you dreame in your beds Or with your Maiden-heads Be you troubled I will ease you 2. Is there any one among These marry'd men strong Has a head of his Wives making I have capps to be worne that shall cover his hoâ—ne And keep his brow froâ—â—aking 3. Does any man mistrust that his wife is unjust Or that she loves to be ranging I have that in my box which excee 's Italian locks 'T will keep her Chast that 's a strange thing 4. Is there any woman here has bin married a year And not bin made a Mother I have that at my back shall supply her of that lack And I 'le use her sor't like a Brother 5. I have fine Gloves for you and your Loves Bands Handkerchers and Laces And I've Knots and Roses and many pretty posies And mask for your bad faces 6. I have sine bodkins to that I can furnish you To keep your Coises from tearing And I have precious stones ordained for the nonce Will delight you in the wearing 7. I have that wherewith if you well rub your Teeth They will look like Alabafter And powder for your hair that will make you look fair I wender you come no faster Then come away and do not stay For hence I must I tell you or when that I am gone you will hardly find one That such precious Ware can sell you In praâ—se of the Black-Iack 1. BE your liquor small or as thick as mudd The cheating bottle cryes good good good Whereat the master begins to storme 'Cause he said more than he could performe And I wish that his heires may never want Sack That first devis'd the bonny black Jack 2. No Tankerd Flaggon Bottle nor Jugg Are halfe so good or so well can hold Tugg For when they are broke or full of cracks Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks And I wish that his c. 3. When the Bottle and Jack stands together O fie on 't The Bottle looks just like a dwarfe to a Gyant Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse For this ' l make Boots when the Bottle mends shooes And I wish c. 4. And as for the bottle you never can fill it Without a Tunnell but you must spill it 'T is as hard to get in as 't is to get out T is not so with a Jack for it runs like a spout 5. And when we have drank out all our store The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled Then it marches for more to make us some bread And I wish c. 6. I now will cease to speak of the Jack But hope his assistance I never shall lack And I hope that now every honest man Instead of Jack will y'clip him Iohn And I wish that his heirs may never want Sack That first devis'd the bonny black Iack. A SONG 1. CAElia I lov'd thee Though in vain you boast But since I have prov'd thee I find my labour lost Many may to love pretend But you will never find Seek country o're try any freind One half so true so kind 2. Farewell unkind one Since you so designe And see if â—ou can find one Whose love can equal mine If by chance you meet a man That mâ—y your fancy take Be wise be kind do what you can And love him for my sake Yet in your chiefest pleasure think How my poor heart doth ake 3. Each hour sporting Nothing can be more Each minute courting Like one neâ—e lov'd before But should he forsake his nest And being wellfeather d fly From you to be anothers guest You 'd sigh and with me cry I lov'd and was not lov'd again And so for love must die The Jealous but mistaken Girle To the Scotch tune also 1. PRethee tell me Phillis Why so pensive now I see that sadness still is Fixt upon thy brow And those charming eyes That were of late so bright In sighs and tears And other fears Have almost lost their sight Let this suffice I sympathize With thee both day and night 2. Damon dost thou aske it Thou art the cause of all Therefore do not mask it For thou hast wrought my fall For I gave thee a Ring Which thou hast Coelia gave Our true-loves band T was on her hand Which Ring thy life did save But wo is me Thy falsitie Has brought me to my grave 3. Damon then began On Phillis for to smile She call'd him perjur'd man And should no more beguile No my dearest Phill I blame thy Jealousie Our true-loves band 〈◊〉 my hand Which thou didst give to me And Coridon Made Coelia one By that which came from thee 4. Long she sate ashamed And hid her bashfull head Her jealousie she blamed And said she was but dead Unlesse that gentle Damon Pardon this offence And let me rest Upon his brest And there my suite commence I shall not doubt To sue it out Before I came
Funeral As I was wont no not so prone as then Out of the grave I shall arise agen On a FART I Sing the praises of a Fart That I may doo 't by terms of Art I will invoke no deitie But butter'd Pease and Furmetie And think their help sufficient To fit and furnish my intent When Virgils gnat and Ovids flea And Homers frog strove for the day There is no reason in my mind Why a Fart should come behind Since that we may it paralel With any thing that doth excell Musiâ—k is but a Fart that s sent From the guts of an Instrument The Scholler Farts when he gains Learning with cracking of his Brains And when he hath spent much pain and oyl Thomas and others to reconcile For to learn the distracting art What doth he get by it not a Fart The thunder that does roar so loud Is but the Farting of a Cloud And if withall the wind do stirr up Rain then 't is a Farting Sirrup The Soldier makes his foes to run With buâ— the farting of a Gun That 's if he make the Bullets whistle Else 't is no better then a sizle â—ine boats that by the times about Are but Farts several Docks let out They are but Farts the words we say Words are but words and so are they Farts are as good as Land for both We hold in Tail and let 'em both As soon as born they by and by Fart-like buâ— only sing and dye Applause is but a Fart the rude Blast of the whole multitude And what is working Ale I pray But Farting Barme which makes a way Out at the bunghole by farting noise When we do hear it's sputtring voice And when new drank and without hopps It makes us fart and seldom stops I more of Farts would write I vow But for my gutts I cannot now For now they wonderfully rumble And my stomack begins to grumble Which makes me think that Farts e're long Will at my nock there find a Tongue And there sing out their own praises In thundring and in choaking Phrases Where I leave them and them to you And so I bid you all adieu What I have said take in good part If not I do not care a Fart Silence the best Wooer 1. WRong not dear Empress of my heart The merits of true passion With thinking that he feels no smart That sues for no compassion 2. Since that my thoughts serve not to prove The conquest of your Beauty It comes not from defect of Love But from excess of duty 3. For think you that I sue to serve A Saint of such perfection As all desire but none deserve A place in her affection 4. I rather chuse to want relief Than venture the relieving VVhen glory recommends the grief Despair distrust's th'atchieving 5. Thus the desires that aim too high For any mortal lover VVhen reason cannot make em dye Discretion doth them cover 6. Yet when discretion doth believe The Plaints that they shall utter Then thy discretion may perceive That Silence is a Sutor 7. Silence in Love bewrayes more woe Than words though nere so witty â—he begger that is dumb you know Deserveth double pitty 8. Then mis-conceive not dearest heart My true though secret passion He smarteth most that hides his smart And sues for no compassion Beauty is not the guide to Affection OF Beauty there 's no rule neither can be Since that I like pleases not him nor thee One likes a dimpled Cheek a double chin One likes a sparkling Eye and so agen One likes a lusty lass to quench his fire Another might he have but his desire Would reject all we have nam'd before And nor double Chin nor dimpled cheek adore Neither would care for Sparkling Eye a bit And reject Lustiness but adore VVit One likes a Lady that is short and small Another one perhaps that 's big and tall You like a Lady cause shee 's very free I don't for fear I should cornuted be One likes a VVoman for such and such a grace One cares for nothing but a handsome face One loves to see flaxen locks hang down Another man delights in lovely brown Thus all men vary you do see and now Where 's the good man I pray that kiss'd the Cow FINIS
dissembling To her quick Did I stepp Felt her thick Pulses leap Brake her blew Belt in twaine Into her cheeks againe Kist that Vermilion stain Nature did ne're ordaine O to dye a Maid 5. But like to him that wrought A face that him Inchanted And life for it besought Which Cytherea granted Fared I fool that should Let her dye When she would For with that soul she brought Back from the shades she sought Am I now deeply caught In love that ever thought O to die a Maid One and his Mistris a dying 1. SHall we die Both thou and I And leave the world behind us Come I say And lets away For no body here doth mind us 2. Why do we gape We cannot scape The doom that is assign'd us When we are in grave Although we rave There no body needs to bind us 3. The Clark shall sing The Sexton ring And old wives they shall wind us The Priest shall lay Our bones in clay And no body there shall find us 4. Farewel wits And folly's fits And griefs that often pin'd us When we are dead VVe 'l take no heed What no body says behind us 5. Merry nights And false delights Dieu ye did but blind us VVe must to mold Both young and old Til no body's left behind us A Dialogue between a man in Garrison and his wife with her company storming without The Tune The Devils Dream Man HArk hark the Doggs do bark My Wife is coming in With Rogues and Jades And roaring blades They make a devillish din. Woman 2. Knock knock 't is twelve a clock The Watch will come anon And then shall wee All be free Of the Gate house every one Man 3. Hold hold who is that so bold That dares to force my doores Here is no roome For such a scum Of arrant Rogues and Whores Woman 4. See See this Cuckold he Denyes to let us in Let 's force the house Drink and carouse And make him sit and spin Man 5. So so I 'me glad I know Your mind I will provide A Bride-well Bunne For every one And lodging there beside Woman 6. Run Run le ts all be gon The Watch is coming by They bid 'em stand Away they ran As fast as they could hey Man 7. Watch watch I prethee catch Some of that flying crew Here 's money for ye They for it tarry Mean while away they flew A Late Poem by a Person of quality VVHat dire Aspects wore the inraged skie At the curst moment of my birth O why Did envious Fate prolong my loathsome age Since all mankind yea all the Gods ingage To bend their never-ceasing spight on me alone Am I the center of their envy grown Am I the man On whom they all their venom'd weapons try Made for their sport and mankinds mockery Or was 't ye Gods that you did me create Only to make me thus unfortunate Or do I owe a being to some other powers VVho'l make me able to deride all yours If so From these unknown Patrons I 'le obtaine A power to stay your deem'd eternall reigne I 'le ravish Nature from which rape shall come A Race shall ruine your ill guarded throne Rocks hills and mountaines wee 'l sling at the Skye Whole torne up Regions in Joves face shall fly Wee 'l draiâ—e the Seas With hills of water quench the angry starrs Nor will we put an end to these just wars 'Till conquered Iove shall learne to obey And I more powerfull shall his Scepter sway The heavens to their first source shall then returne The Earth to her Autumnal being run And stubborne mankind I will new create On all I will impose new lawes of Fate On Women WOmen are call'd Eves Because they came from Adams wife Put to tâ—h and they are Theeves They rob men of a merry life Put ls to Eve and then they 're Evils Put d before evills and then they are Devils And thus our Eves are made theeves theeves are evils And angry Women are a thousand times worse than Devils The Valentine 1. AS youthfull day put on his best Attire to usher morne And she to greet her glorious guest Did her faire selfe adorne Up did I rise and hid mine eyes As I went through the street Least I should one that I despise Before a fairer meet And why Was I Think you so nice and fine Well did I wot Who wotts it not It was St Valentine 2. In fields by Phaebus great with young Of Flower 's and hopefull budds Resembling thoughts that freshly sprung In lovers lively bloods A dam'sel faire and fine I saw So faire and finely dight As put my heart almost in aw To attempt a mate so bright But O Why so Her purpose was like mine And readily She said as I Good morrow Valentine 3. A Faire of love we kept a while She for each word I said Gave me two smiles and for each smile I her two kisses pay'd The Violet made hast to appear To be her bosome guest With first Primrose that grew this year I purchast from her brest To me gave she her golden loâ—k for mine My ring of Jet For her Bracelet I gave my Valentine 4. Subscribed with a line of love My name for her I wrote In silke forme her name she wove VVhereto this was her mot As shall this year thy truth appear I still my dear am thine Your mate to day and Love for aye If you so say was mine VVhile thus on us each others favours shine No more have we to change quoth she Now farewell Valentine 5. Alas said I â—eâ— freinds not seeme Between themselves so strange The Jewels both we dear'st esteeme You know are yet to change She answers no yet smiles as though Her tongue her thought denyes VVho truth of maidens mind will know Must seek it in her Eyes She blushâ— I wisht Her heart as free as mine She sight and sware Insooth you are Too wanton Valentine 6. Yet I such further favour won By suit and pleasing play She vow'd what now was left undone Should finisht be in May. And though perplex'd with such delay As more augments desire Twixt present griefe and promis'd Joy I from my Mate reâ—ire If she To me Preserve her vowes divine And constant troth She shall be both My Love and Valentine On Thirsis and Phillis YOung Thirsis the shepheard that wont was to keep So delightfull slocks and faire Sets eyes upon Phillis and le ts go the Sheep To wander he knows not where The cropping of Lillyes Was as became Phillis That seem'd with her brow to compare He tuning of Verses Was as became Thirsis That more did her beauty declare 2. Why lik'st thou those flowers that are not like thee Thou art far more fresh and gay Or if thou lov'st Lillyes why lov'st thou not me That am Love-sick and pale as they Thy bosome faire Phillis Yeilds lovlyer Lillyes Surpassing the sweetness of those Whose beauty so pierces The poor heart of Thirsis