SONG 1. FAir was my Mistress and fine as a Bride That is deck'd in her wedding attire Her eyes do's protest I shall not be deni'd And yet I dare hardly come nigh her I seem'd to be sad and she smil'd Which I thought did a kindness betray Then forward I go But was dash'd with a no Yet came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 2. Strange was she then as a politick Nun And I found my first courting was lost Her frowns put me farther then when I begun O see how poor Mortals are crost I then made another assault When her kindness began to display And I brought her to this That she gave me a kiss And came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha 3. High was my courage but more my desire Which fed my addresses with force That you could not distinguish whose eyes had most Fire Or who had the prettiest discourse Agreed we lay'd down and tumbled Till both were a weary of play Though I spent a full share Yet by Cupid I swear I came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha SONG 1. FArewel dear Revechia my joy and my grief Too long I have lov'd you and found no releif Undone by your Jaylor too strict and severe Your eyes gave me Love and he gives me despair Now urg'd by your interest I seek to retire Far off from the cause of so hopeless a fire To stay near you still were in vain to torment Your ears with a passion you must not content 2. To live in the Countrey with fooles is less pain Then still to endure an unwilling disdain You 'r the cause of my exile and far off I 'le go That none of my suffrings you ever may know But if some kind fate you should chance to convey And through woods where i 've been your journey should lay Your name when you find upon every tree You 'l say poor Alexis 't was written by thee On Calliope retiring to her Spring Song 1. SAcred to Love and Harmony And to the Fair Calliope There is a Spring by Heav'n desig'nd To feed a Melancholly mind Hither when bigg with sighs and tears The troubl'd Deity repairs And with those Crystal dropps the spring augments Pouring into the Nymph her discontents 2. So Nero to a Hill retir'd When Rome by his command was fir'd And on his Harp contemptuosly Play'd the sad City's Elegy As here when to her conq'ring eyes Mankind's a flaming sacrifice Calliope insultingly retreats And with her Voice and Lute her scorn repeats 3. Her voice th' harmonious Swans admire And in attention half expire Catching the Eccho of each sound And drunk with aire and almost drown'd Charming Calliope thy voice controul's Even the passions of our soules Charm me yet more that dying I may be A Sacrifice to Harmony and Thee Mad Tom of Bedlam FOrth form the Darke and Dismall Cell And deep abiss of Hell Poor Tom is come to view the VVorld agen To see if he can cure his distempered Brain Fears and Cares oppress my Soul And hark how the angry Furies houle Pluto laughs and Proserpine is glad To see poor Tom of Bedlam mad Through the world I wander night and day To seek my stragled sences In an angry mood I met old Tom VVith his Pentarch of tences When me he spi'd Away he hi'd For time will stay for no man In vain with cryes I rend the Skyes For Pitty is not common Cold and comfortless I lye Help Oh help for Charity Hark I hear Appoll's teame The Carman gins to whistle Chast Diana has bent her Bow And the Bore begins to bristle Come Vulcan with Tooles and with Jackles Come knock off these troublesome Shackles Bid Charles make ready his wain To bring me my Sences again Last night I heard the Dog Star bark Mars met with Venus in the dark Limping Vulcan het an Iron bar And furiously ran at the God of War Mars with his Weapon laid about But Limping Vulcan had the Gout His broad Horns did hang so in 's light He could not see to aim his blow aright Mercury the nimble Post of Heaven Stood still to see the Quarrel Gorbellyed Bacchus Giant like Bestrid a great Bear Barrel To me he drank I did him thank But I could get no Sider He drank whole Butts And split his Gutts But mine were nere the wider Poor Tom is very dry A little Drink for charity Hark I hear Acteous horn The Huntsman whoopes and hollows Bowman Ringwood Ropter Joylen ho ho At the Chase now followes The man in the Moon drinks Clarret Eats powder'd â—â—if Turnip and Carret But a glass of old Malago Sack Will fire the Bush at his back Upon his Dead Mistress represented in a Dream UNkind And cruel fancy too Mocking my Sences to renew The mem'ry of that face VVhich Death tyrannically took On purpose he might gaze and look And all his empire grace For as wild sullen fettered Beasts do tyre Themselves by strangling and put out their fire So my unrully grief it self had tam'd Which now by fresher Passion is enflam'd 2. Were there but hopeing from the Grave I wou'd to sorrow live a Slave And wait for her return Or stifle craftily my Breath With sigh's if proud and stubborn death Wou'd lay me in her Urne But he 's too fond of her there she must stay Where I access want since he guards the way I 'le chide no more then Fancies use thy skill That I may dream such killing pleasure still An Epithalamium 1. THough so many say that chance is Sole disposer of our lives That our actions and our fancies It directs and gives us Wives Yet the story here Divine is Past the reach of mortal sence Hee 's mistaken whose designe is To prevent a Providence 2. There was neither Birth nor Beauty Made these years Parenthesis Fitting accidents and duty Did before deny the bliss Since they now embrace each other With a just and mutual fire May their passions never smother Or their spirits fail desire 3. Happy be your first embraces So to answer both your flames That when either time defaces You restor'd be in your names Prudence let your deeds contrive all Free from jealousie and rage Death alone let be your Rival And the challenge brought by age SONG THe beams of Lovers sparkling Eyes Such strange misterious powers dart They make their object sympathize And feel the flames that fire their heart If this were true as reason seems to prove You cannot be insensible of Love 2. Fires active Element ascends Loves passion is defin'd a flame If then my heart too high pretends Ambition doth its truth proclaim Love sometimes bowes though flames still upward move So heavenly Cinthia did Endimion love Love does of life and death dispose Commands as cheif in Court and Feild Then how can I a Prince oppose To
displeas'd Which were enough I trow To conquer any princely Maid So did he me I vow But now for Iemmy must I mourn Who to the Wars must go His sheephook to a sword must turn A lass what shall I do His Bag-pipe into warr-like sounds Must now exchanged be Instead of Garlands fearfull Wounds Then what becomes of me Damon being asked a reason for Loveing PHillis you ask me why I do persue And Court no other Nymph but you And why with eyes and sighes I do betray A passion which I dare not say His cause I love and if you ask me why With womens answers I must make reply You ask what Arguments I have to prove That my unrest proceeds from Love You 'l not believe my passion till I show A better reason why t is so Then Phillis let this reason serve for one I know I love because my reasons gon You say a love like mine must needs declare The object so belov'd not fair That neither witt nor beauty in her dwell Whose lover can no reason tell Why 't is he does adore or why he burns Phillis let them give such that have returnes For by the self same reason which you use Damon might justly you accuse Why do you scorn and with a proud disdain Receive the Vowes but slight the Swain You say you cannot love yet know no cause May I not prove my love by your own Lawes Am I not youthful and as gay a Swain As ere appear'd upon the Plain Have I not courted you withal t'adress An amourous Shepheard could profess To add to this my Flocks and Heards are great Yet this will scarce my happyness compleat Thus you no reason for your coldness give And t is but just you should believe That all your beauty unadorn'd by art Have hurt and not oblig'd my heart Be kind to that return my passion too And I 'le give reason why I love you so SONG VVHen reason ore my heart did sway Then subject passions did obey And freedom still I most did crave Not thinking e're to be Loves slave Till he most cunning by surprize Stole in and fixt my wandring eyes 2. My reason then by passion led With pleasing joys my fancy fed Which for a time did so transcend I thought they ne're could have an end And nothing then did grieve me more Then that I had not lov'd before 3. When at my freedome I did range My joy uncertainly did change My pleasures still methoughts were scant And still my joyes did something want Till in her center fixt by love Satiety of sweets I prove 4. Blest with loves chains I thus did live But for it could no reason give My pleasures were too sweet to last And by disdain were soon o're cast Anothers flame her heart assaults Which prov'd her love to me was false 5. My love then scorn'd dy'd with disgrace And reason once again took place When reason comes love must depart Both ne're at once liv'd in a heart Strange that I should so foolish prove And thus to be mislead by love SONG LOng did fair Phillis love a Swain Who as 't was thought repaid again With interest her kindness Their love 's but flocks not equal were The only cause of all their fear This prov'd god Cupids blindness 2. With equal flames a while they burn When one both did rejoyce or mourn Their hearts so were fetter'd Yet a new love did him succeed Which prov'd the first was but for need Though may be 't was not better'd 3. A Gallant comes Gallants can do Much with young Maids and old ones too And lovingly accost her The unjust Nymph did court his flame More eagerly then e're the Swain Did hers before he left her 4. The Swain forgot the match is made With the new love though as 't was said He had no mind to marry Hymen to light his Torch they call The Nymphs and Swains invited all To see him reach his Quarry 5. But providence the Marriage crost Just at the time the Bride-groomes lost When he should be a doing It cost her many sighs and tears With little joy and many fears E're Hymen ends the woeing 6. This womans folly plainly shews Who still withdraw their smiles from those Who love and most affect them Which fortune on themselves return And commonly does make them burn For those that most neglect them 7. Some sorâ—y were but many smil'd And said the Nymph the Swain beguild Because he did not at her Some cry'd the plains he would desert Or that despair would break his heart But faith 't was no such matter SONG TRuest joy must arise From a womans bright eyes For there is the perfectest bliss Till we can obtain Betwixt pleasure and pain The injoyments that follow a kiss 2. For love after scorning And joy after mourning Are alwayes far better accepted Then that love which we gain Without trouble or pain From a Mis who us never neglected 3. For when with a home-touch She is tickled so much That it makes her cry oh it does hurts me Oh! oh then does succeed Those true pleasures indeed Which what Paradise is ' dos instruct me SONG FOnd man that hopes to catch a face Whos 's every grace Will strick thy heart with an amazing terror Her beauties shine So like divine That they 'l convince thee of thy foolish error 2. Mark but that glance which now did fly From her bright Eye And tell me then can any Mortal draw A Line by art Like that fierce Dart Which all the subject world can keep in awe 3. Hark to that heavenly voice which can Transport a man Beyond the raptures of the heavenly Sphears As soon you may Create a day Or sweet Aurora's beauties Lymn as hers 4. Leave then thy bold attempt to Fate Who must create New fancy which must heavenly power receive For grant that here Apellis were She as his fruites the Birds would him deceive SONG NO justice he had that first did approve To cast down high Honour and set up fond Love Though love we confess has the antienter state Yet old things we see growes most out of date 2. Love after injoyment does seldome prove good But Honour for ever does raign in the blood That just like the Smoke does quickly expire But this does for ever remain like Fire 3. Love must unto Honour precedency give That dyes with the Subject when Honour does live 'T is that that keeps love out of the Dust For love without honour at best is Lust 4. To be scorned in Love is a most cruel Fate And thus we prove Honour the happier state For old things we know must give place unto new Then cast back fond Love and give Honour her due A Country Diologue Will. GOod Morrow Dolly I Salute thee After our own Country way Doll Now by my Maiden-head Will I thank thee And good Morrow to thee I say Will. Your Maiden-head you pretty Dowdy What a simpering look thou hast
Mâ—â—hinks thou showst a pretty maiden In all parts below thy wast Doll And why below my wast I pray you There I 'me cover'd with my Cloaths Will. I but I once saw something naked Made my Teeth hack in my Hose Oh Doll I mean my Occilliaries Such geer I think thou ne're did see Things that will please thee without measure And these poor Rogue I 'le give to thee For hark thee Doll I 'me come to woe thee Thou knowst my mind and what I meane I 'le give thee that shall fill thy belly Wast thou near so poor or leane I 'de fain be married prethee tell me When shall be our wedding day Doll First let me know how well you love me Then you shall hear what I will say Will. I love thee Dolly more and better Then our Browny love 's her Calf Oh Doll my tongue can never utter All my love to thee nor half T is even such my dearest Dolly Though I not angry am at all That with my Teeth I could tear from thee All thy Cloathes thy Smock and all Oh love me then thou pretty Doxcy Which am thy true and faithfull Lover Quench thou my fire which else will burn And straight way make my Pot run over Doll VVell if your love be so exceeding As you do protest and say I can no longer then deny you But yeild to love without delay And we 'l be married my dear hony To morrow morn with all my heart Will. I am glad we have agreed so quickly And from thee I 'le never part Doll Prethee kiss to bind the bargain Thou shalt be all my love and joy I long my dear till we are Married That we might alwayes kiss and toy Will. Kiss thee my Dolly I faith will I Oh! there is a Breath most sweet But yet t is something strong at pâ—â—ting And doth smel like stinking Feet Doll Kiss me again again I pray thee Oh there oh there Oh that oh that Will. Zounds and she be so mad of Kissing She 'l run stark mad of you know what Doll What time i' th morning wilt thou fetch me O if I shall come to thee Name but the time and I 'le wait on thee Thou shalt not stay one jot for me Will. No no I 'le fetch thee but be ready Least the time us over-slip Doll Oh! for remembrance let me hug thee And take my farewell of thy Lip Ah me that kiss as sweet as Hony Makes me long and much desire To tast those sweets I oft heard on Which are rais'd by Cupids Fire I 'le straight go home and make me ready Then will I wait till you do call Will. Do for to morrow night I tell thee We will play at uptailes all We 'l dance a dance I faith shall please thee Up and down and never miss Instead of turning we 'l keep dancing And when we have done then we will kiss thou d'st wish that thou mightst dance so ever Oh 't will give thee such content Doll I shall not sleep for thinking on thee And of our next nights merriment But now we know each other's meaning Let 's prepare against the night I may enjoy those sports thou talkst of VVhich will yeild me such delight Coridons Contemplation VVHen Sue and Moll a milking went Then Will and I hied thither And as they milk'd by them we lay Makeing our Love 's together 2. He complemented his dear Moll And so did I my Sue Oh! never yet was men so blest With th' love of two so true 3. For when their milking they had done Then did begin our bliss We lay upon the Ground and talk'd We tumbled and did kiss 4. Till two long hours was quickly spent In such sweet harmless pleasure As Maids will to their Sweet-hearts give VVhen they have time and leasure 5. VVith Sillibubs with Cake and Cheese VVe eat and drunk our fill VVhich these poor Rogues had brought with them For me and honest Will 6. Moll gave to Will a new las'd Band She bought it at our Fair It 's fellow pretty Sue had got And gave it me to wear 7. But now poor Maid's they must go home No longer durst they stay Moll kiss't her Will and Sue kiss't me Then sighing went away 8. Oh! such true Love's was never heard on Nor ever yet was seen In all the Country far and neer As they to us have been 9. Therefore at th' VVake's we 'l carry them VVhere ere the Fidlers play VVe 'l give 'em Sider Ale and Cakes And dance with none but they The Wood-Man's Song THis way this way come and hear You that hold these pleasures dear Fill your ears with our sweet sound Whilst we melt the frozen Ground 2. This way come make hast oh fair Let your clear eyes guild the Aire Come and bless us with your sight This way this way seek delight
in a States Declaration His doctrine is an association Rebellion is his application Which no body can deny 6. He bids Plunder and tells 'em the meek must inherit He had rather be guilty of Murder then merit And these he cryes up for the fruits of the spirit Which no body c. 7. He talks of the Miter but would strike at the Crown And stands for the publick advance and his own He will have smocks up and Surplices down Which no body can c. 8. A Church is prophane and a barn do's as well Where the holy sister her wants may tell But verely this is a codpeice zeal Which no body can deny SONG 1. PRide for the most part When we lose a Sweet-heart VVill make us dissemble and seem to disdain The conquest which we can no longer maintain But such was my Love and such was my Lover That in spite of my Pride I my Griefe did discover 2. Though short was my Raign Yet I will not complain VVhen Pleasure grow dull then a Lover may range And seek fresh delights in some happy new change The Devils in her that will have a poor man Still Love and still Love when he has Lov'd all he can SONG 1. TO her Beauty I 'le pay My devotions each day That all jaunty delights will me give Though her soul do expire Phenix-like in loves fire Yet again her enjoyments do's live 2. With a brisk Aerie spark At Spring Garden or Park In Glass Coach or Balcony thus free She will vanquish all hearts With her Boon Meen and parts Shee 's the heaven on earth unto me Prologue HE who comes hither with design to hiss And with a bum revers'd to whisper Miss To comb a Perriwig or to shew gay cloathes Or to vent Antique nonsence with new oathes Our Poet welcomes as the Muses friend For hee 'l by irony each play commend Next these we welcome such as briskly dine At Locket's at Iiffords or with Shatiline Swelld with Pottage and the Burgundian Grape They hither come to take a kindly napp In these our Poet don't conceive much harm For they pay well and keep out benches warm And though scarce half awake some Playes they dam They do 't by wholesale not by Ounce and Dram. But when feirce Criticks get them in their clutch They 're crueller then the Tirannique Dutch And with more art do dislocate each Scene Then in Amboyna they the limbs of men They wrack each line and every word unknit As if they 'd find a way to cramp all Wit They are the terror of all adventurers here The very objects of their hate and fear And like rude Common-wealths they still are knit ' Gainst English Playes the Monarchy's of wit They invade Poetique Lisence and still raile At Plays to which in duty they should vaile Yet still they infest this coast to fish for jeasts To supplyment their Wits at City feasts Thus much for Criticks to the more generous Wit Our Poet Frankly does each scene submit And begs your kind Alliance to ingage Those Hogen interlopers of the Stage Epilogue OUr next new Play if this Mode hold in vogue Shall be half Prologue and half Epilogue The way to please you is easie if we knew 't A jigg a Song a Rhime or two will do 't When your i' th vain and sometimes a good Play Strangly miscarries and is thrown away That this is such our Poet dares not think For what displeases you's a wast of Inke Besides this Play was writ nine years agoe And how times alters Ladies you best know Many then fair and courted I dare say Act half as out of Fashion as our Play Besides if you 'd consider 't well you 'd find Y' have altered since ten thousand times your mind And if your humours do so often vary These in our Commedy must needs miscarry For as you change each Poet moves his Pen They take from you their Characters of Men. The Wit they write the Valour and the Love Are all but Coppies of what you approve Our's follow'd the same rule but does confess The love and humour of that season less And every Artist knows that Coppies fall For th'most part short of their Originall A Song VVHen first my free heart was surpriz'd by desire So soft was the Wound and so gentle the Fire My sighes were so sweet and so pleasant the smart I pitty'd the Slave who had ne'r lost his heart He thinks himself happy and free but alass He is far from that Heaven which Lovers possess In Nature was nothing that I could compare With the beauty of Phillis I thought her so fair A Wit so divine all her sayings did fill A Goddess she seem'd and I mention'd her still With â Zeal more inflam'd and â Passion more true Then â Martyr in flames for Religion can shew More Vertues and Graces I found in her mind Then Schooles can invent or the Gods e're design'd She seem'd to be mine by each glance of her Eye If mortals might aim at â blessing so high Each day with new favours new hopes she did give But alas what is wish'd we too soon do believe With awfull respect while I lov'd and admir'd But fear'd to attempt what so much I desir'd How soon were my Hopes and my Heaven destroy'd A Shepherd more dareing fell on and enjoy'd Yet in spight of ill Fate and the pains I endure I will find a new Phillis to give me my Cure A SONG LOves dareing flight is unconfin'd No Laws can reach his soaring Wings More free then Air or pathless wind Or sec et thoughts form'd in a youthfull mind Above the power of the highest Kings The Gods if there were any more Besides great Love by him were made His favour they did all implore His Darts they all obey'd Their deities by his did shine or fade The lasting fame bold Haeroes win The sacred vertues you admire All that the World can glory in By Loves assistance did at first begin Your beauty 's rais'd from this Promethean fire VVhom Love inspires though dull before Becomes accomplish'd wise and brave To conquer her he doth adore The glories which you have Your Lovers passion and their praises gave Then ask not how I dare aspire Before your sacred shrine to kneel And after my ambitious fire For were your Beauty and your Title higher Love would betray the pains you make me feel If you are scornful and severe You add new Vigour to my flame And make it still more bright appear If I possess my aim My happyness shall never spot your Fame Though I should feast my greedy Eyes And ev'ry minute steal â Kiss Tast all those joyes men Idolise Your summ of pleasures still as high would rise Nor would you have one charming grace the less But if our wishes equal are In Loves Elyzium you shall Raign And by our secret am'rous War That Paradise obtain Which all the graver World have sought in vain A
which with their Echoes dye And leave us in a Trance Bewailing we had ere enjoy'd The blessing since t is still destroyed By some unhappy chance Why should the spightful stars agree To vex and mock mortality For thus like Traytors which in darkness lye W' are only brought into the light to dye 3. In dreames things are not as they seem Elce what 's fruition but a dream When the possessions past Alas to say we were we had Is poor content and een as bad As if w' had ne're had tast Fire in great Frosts small time possest Produces pain instead of rest So does the short enjoyment of such bliss And till restored continual torment is SONG THose tricks and bowes And amorous vows I defie and never will need 'em For he that 's taken with Puppet showes Never new the price of freedome 2. I defie the thoughts of loving Approving T is a crime For my fancies alwayes moving To the vain expence of time 3. All the wisest count it folly Nor shall I Be so mad To rul'd by Melancholly Or any effect as bad But I le have my mind Still unconfin'd And my thoughts as free as fire My humour still rove with the wind And never know Lovers care SONG .1 SInce t is now become a fashion To court all with equal passion And admires now do prove There is as well in love As in blood a circulation 2. I 'me resolved to stand the sally Of the sutlest Lovers volley And when his vowes are out To let him move about To his other Kate or Molley 3. Though I can allow his courting For my present fancies sporting Yet I never will admit A Passion Love or wit Without some years supporting 4. If his humour sympathizes With the same that mine advises Be he pleasant as he will I le answer it but still Keep a guard against surprises A SONG 1. VVHilst Alixis lay prest In her armes he lov'd best With his hands round her Neck And his head on her breast He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay And his soul in the tempest just flying away 2. When Coelia saw this With a sigh and a kiss She cr'yd oh my dear I am rob'd of my bliss 'T is unkind to your love and unfaithfully done To leave me behind you and dye all alone 3. The youth though in hast And breathing his last In pitty died slowly whilst she dyed more fast Till at length she cry'd now my dear now let us go Now dye my Alixis and I will dye too 4. Thus in tranc'd they did lye Till Alixis did try To recover new breath that again he might dye Then often they did but the more they did so The Nymph did more quick and the shepherd more flow A SONG HAng the trade of versifying T is lying But in tune For some will be denying That a Rose is fresh in Iune 2. Besides the brother Poets Or shew Wits Are some firce That one can pretend to no witt Without the exchange of a Verse 3. They aim at praise And write for the Bayes Yet all they mention's a story And old Ben himself in the best of his days Ne're knew such a thing as Glory 4. To make up their Rhimes They 'l change our times And make what is old seem new They 'l tell you a tale in a moddle of Chimes But the Devil a bit 't is true To his Mistress with a pair of Turtles DO happy Birds my Suit renew Let her perceive that I like you Excel in constancy But you each other do possess Mine's an inferiour happiness She payes no love to me My constancy may greater then be thought Since I to love a cruel Nymph am taught You do but pay each others Love with Love But I by loving scorn do kinder prove If then more love then you I boast Why should I more in love be crost Or not with hers be blest It is the heigth of my desire That I might but perceive my fire Had warm'd my Coelia's Breast Oh could you speak you certainly wou'd prove That 't were but justice to give love for love Which though I cann't expect I 'le outvie You Turtle Doves in matchless constancy A rural Dance at a Shrop shire Wake VVEll met Ioan let us hast to the Wake For our honour lies at Stake Didst thou see Tom when he went to the Green In gay cloathes as ere were seen With Nan and Doll Kate and Moll Lads and Lasses that are brave Dancers Will and Dick Hodge and Nick All these are the next advancers Trust me Ioan thou dancest best And art fairer then the rest Thou shalt now the Garland wear Else I 'le nere be seen at Fair. There be stree And to thee I will plight my faith to love she Say then Ioan Shall my moane Or Vowes have power to move thee Grant me that I 'le sigh and vowe Till thou saist I 'le love thee now I 'le give thee Ale and suger Cakes And carry thee to all our wakes Pipeing Will Singing Sill Shall be summoned to our Wedding Andrew Tit Wat and Kitt Shall eat Posset at our Bedding Now Joan I find to my content That thy silence gives consent Let us married be to day For I can no longer stay Pris and Hodge Iames and Madge Come a long to this our Feasting Smile not Ioan Y' are to blame For you 'l find it is no jeasting To his Mistress grown common A SONG VVHat Empire Coelia equal'd mine When I alone reign'd ore all thine When all thy glories did as aptly wait On my Devotion as my heart wou'd ha't When both thy heart and eyes All other objects did despise And like a sacred Votaress didst make Me thy dear Saint and hence thy Bliss didst take Then in what pride I liv'd to know that thee VVhom the world ador'd wer't rul'd by me .2 But now like Forreigners thine Eyes Do gaze on all to take a Prize That beauty which once center'd upon me Is now diffus'd and like the Sun shine free My vowes and tears pass by Yet know vain Coelia that I Can quietly into my self retire VVithout the danger of a second fire And scorn thy partial Love t is seldome known A Prince admits a sharer to his Throne To his Mistress in Love with another SONG DIsdainful Chlona canst thou despise That flame which had its rise From thy fair Eyes Or which is crueller Canst thou to mine prefer Anothers dull flame Wilt thou dispence thy love or hate Unequally like partial Fate Who though it be most rigorous to some For others yet reserves a milder Doom 2. If loving most may from you most obtain Consider with what pain And envious care I often have beheld What you did my Rival yeild Keeping my fire Oh if you partially proceed Think how you make your off-Spring bleed When natures dictates do the Mother bind Equally to her Children to be kind To his formerly scornful Mistress though now kind as applying
have scap'd to day But from the heard I singled out his Play Then Heigh along with me Both great and small you Poets of the Town And Nell will love you or to run him down Prologue to Horace spoken by the Dutches of Munmouth at Court VVHen Honour flourish'd ere for price 't was sold ' When Rome was poor and undebauch'd with gold That vertue which should to the world give law First under Kings its Infant breath did draw And Horace who his Soveraigns Champion fought Its first example to republiques taught Honour and Love the Poets dear delight The field in which all Modern Muses fight Where gravely Rhyme debates what 's just and f And seeming contradictions pass for witt Here in their native purity first grew E're they th' Adulterate arts of Stages knew This Martial story which through France did come And there was wrought in great Corneliu's Toom Orinda's matchless Muse to Britain brought And Forreign Verse our English Accents taught So soft that to our shame we understand They could not fall but from a Ladies hand Thus while a Woman Horace did translate Horace did rise above a Roman Fate And by our Ladies he mounts higher yet VVhile he is spoke above what he is writ But his tryumphant Honours are to come When mighty Prince he must receive your Doom From all besides our Actors have no fear Censure and Wit are beauties Vassals here And should they with Rebellion tempt their rage Our Basilisks could shout 'em from the Stage But that their Fate would be two great to dye By bright Sabina's or Camilla's Eye SONG SInce Cloris you my passion know And every look my Love does show Since Intrest which so long did Sway To your soft Rule at last gives way A Slave to all the motions of your will Why would you ha' me Pine and Languish still I know you cannot love to see The many pains that torture me When at your Feet my self I lay You alwayes turn your Eyes away Beauty a softness from its nature takes Which cannot look upon the Wounds it makes In scorn you can no pleasure find For constant Love perverts your mind Nor do you think while thus to one You give your charming self alone Much of your youth and beauty needs must wast For there 's no one can half their sweetness tast When you hereafter wiser grow And further joyes in Love shall know With what regret will you repent The time you 've in unkindness spent Trust me a thousand times you 'l wish in vain To call those slighted Minutes back again Prologue to a reviv'd Play OLd Playes like Mistresses long since enjoy'd Long after please whom they before had cloy'd For fancy schews the Cudd on past delight And cheats it self to a new appetite But then this second fitt comes not so strong Like second Agues neither fierce nor long What you have known before grows sooner stale And less provokes you then an untold tale That but refreshes what before you knew But this discovers something which is new Hence 't is that at new Playes you come so soon Like Bride-grooms hott to go to bed ere noone Or if you are detaind some little space The stincking Footman's sent to keep your place But when a Play 's reviv'd you stay and dine And drink till three and then come dropping in As Husband after absence wait all day And desently for Spowse till bed time stay So ere the brethren's liberall fit was spent The first wise Nonconformist under went VVith ease and battend in imprisoment For greater gains his zeal refus'd the less Each day to him was worth a Diocess But he who now in hopes of equal gain Will needs be Pris'ner tryes the trick in vain He melts in durance half his Grease away To get like us poor twenty Pounds a day To my friend Master Tho. St. Serf BEfore we saw thy Play dear Tom we thought No Scotish Merchandize was worth the fraught But we will trust thy Countrymen no more For you we see grow rich as we grow poor You get the Bayes while we get only Mocks As you got Prizes while we got but Knocks We thought none Playes but what were English made That wit like Wool had been our staple trade But thou hast found the trick as others do Us with our own materials to undoe Henceforth we 'l have a privy search decreed For every errant Muse that passes Tweed A file of Covenanters shall stop thee there And search thy Pack for Anti kirkall ware Once like a Pedler they have heard thee brag How thou didest cheat their sight and save thy crag VVhen to the great Montross under pretence Oâ— godly bakes thou broughtst intelligence But hear ye as a friend let me advise Trust not too far that national disguise If thou art caught no wit Grotisque can bribe em They 'l never spare a man that so can gibe em Nor is' t the int'rest of us English Poets To suffer any but our selves to grow wits To show great Nature in Heroique story Or in the Comique Power and Flame and Glory Once and a way we let you make us merry With the rare vertues of the Coffee Berry But shall grow jealous of your Muse and hate her When we are hector'd on our own Threater And if a second time you tread our Stage We with the Kirk against you must ingage As two weak States when they have struggled long Unite against a third that grows too strong Epilogue spoken by the Lady Mary Mordont before the King and Queen at Court to the faithfull Shepheardess VVHen Princes in distress would peace implore They first take care to chose th' Ambassadour And think him fittest for a charge so great VVho best can please that King with whom they treat Our Play they threaten'd with a tragique Fate I Sir am chose for this affair of State And hope what ever errors we confess You 'l pardon to the young Ambassadress If not though now these little Ladies are In no condition to maintain a Warr Their beauties will in time grow up so strong That on your Court they may revenge the wrong Prologue to Alburnazar TO say this Commedy pleas'd long a go Is not enough to make it pass you now Yet gentlemen your Ancestors had witt VVhen few men censurd and fewer writ And Iohnson of those few the best chose this And the best modell of his master piece Subtle was got by our Albumazar That Alchamist by this Astrologer Here he was fashion'd and I should suppose He likes my fashion well that wears my Cloaths But Ben made nobly his what he did mould What was anothere's Lead became his Gold Like an unrighteous Conquerer he raigns Yet rules that well which he unjustly gains But this our age such Authors does afford As make whole Playes and yet scarce write a word VVho in this Anarchy of witt rob all And what 's their Plunder their Possession call VVho like bold Padders scorn by
night to prey But Rob by Sun-shine in the face of day VVho scarce the common Ceremony use Of stand Sir and deliver up your Muse But knock the Poet down and with a grace Mount Pegasas before the owners Face Faith if you have such Country Toms abroad T is time for all true men to leave that Road. Yet it were modest could it but be sed They stript the living but they rob the dead 'T will with the mummey of the Muses Play And make love to 'em the Aegyptian way Or as a Rhyming Authour would have sed Joyn the dead living to the living dead Yet such in Poetry may claim some part They have the Licence though they want the Art Such as in Sparta weight for Laurels stand Poets not of the head but of the hand They make their benefit of others studying Much like the meales of Politick Jack Pudding Where Broth to claim there 's no one has the courage T is all his own after he has spit i' th' Porredge But Gentlemen y' are all concernd in this You are in fault for what they do a miss For they their thefts will undiscover'd think And durst not steal unless you please to winck Now should we Letters of reprizall seal These men write that which no man else would steale A SONG UPon yon pleasing plain Alexis thought fair Cloris heart to gain And therefore he unto her every day Did sing and on his Pipe would sweetly play Most pleasing Tunes to give delight Unto this beauteous Nymph so bright She that had wounded him with her fair sight 2. But the obdurate Maid Nought but unkindness to his sufferings paid For when of love he unto her did speak And 's passion sigh'd as if his heart would break Nothing prevail'd 't was all in vain She slew from him in proude disdain And left Alexis sadly to complain 3. Then to the neigbouring Grove Poor Swain he went and there his hopeless Love Alone he mourn'd and in that gloomey shade Did grieve that he her hate and scorn was made VVith pensive Lookes and Arms a cross In Tears he did lament her loss To whom all beauties in the world are Dross 4. Perplext a while he sate Upon the Ground complaining of his Fate Against a Tree he gently laid his head In hope to sleep but rest from him was fled He then start up and once more went To her who caus'd his discontent To try if she would yet his Death prevent 5. Hard hearted Maid said he VVhy dost thou hate him that so doats on thee My flock's I've brought to feed with thine all day And we the while in harmless sports did play But when my love I did make known Then all my hopes too soon were gone A lass you left me to lament alone 3. Cruel but yet most fair Once more hear him whom you have made dispair VVill your severity ne're daign to give One kind return of Love and let me Live Here at your Feet behold I lye And here by Heaven I vow to dye If you my passion still with hate deny 7. But all his plaints were vain She proudly scornd to ease him of his pain Which when he saw nor Tears nor Prayers could mo Her heart with Pitty ere to yield him Love He sigh'd much more and nought could speake But Cloris with a voice so weak That as he cal'd on her his heart did break 8. When Cloris saw him dead She stood a maz'd her frighted spirits fled O're him she wept and weeping she did say Stay deare Alexis Cloris bids thee stay Then fetch'd a sigh and faintly cry'd Alexis I will be thy Bride And as she spoke these words fair Cloris dy'd A SONG I Led my Silvia to a Grove Where all the Boughs did shade us The Sun it self though it had strove It could not have betray'd us The place securd from humane eyes No other fear alows But when the winds do gently rise And kiss the yielding Boughs Down there we sate upon the Moss And did begin to play A thousand wanton tricks to pass The heate of all the day A many kisses I did give And she return'd the same Which made her willing to receive That which I dare not name My greedy eyes no ayds requir'd To tell their Amorous Tale On her that was already fir'd 'T was easie to prevaile I did but kiss and claspe her round Whose they my thoughts exprest And laid her gently on the ground Oh! who can guess the rest A Song to a Scotish tune COme my Phillis let us improve Both our joy of equal love Whilst we in younder shady Grove Count Minutes by our kisses See the flowers how sweetly they spread And each displayes his colour'd head To make for us a fragrant Bed To practise ore new blisses The Sun it self with love does conspire And sends abroad his Ardent fire And kindly seemes to bid us retire And shade us from his Glory Then fairest come and do not fear All that your Slave desires there Is Phillis what you love to hear Him say that he does adore you 2. Ah! Phillis if you love me so As you perswaded me long a go Why should you now refuse to do What you so oft have vow'd me Did I ere your bounty abuse Or your our severest Commands refuse Nay rather chose to Languish then to lose The perfect respect I ow'd you Yet Phillis some reward is due To him who dayly does renew The passion which he has for you Is a faithfull Lover Then come my dearest be not shy Thou knowst my heart and my secresie Wait not this oppertunitie When none can our joyes discover 3. Phillis in vain you shed these tears VVhy do you blush which speak your fears There 's none but your Amintas hears VVhat meanes this pretty passion Can you fear your fancies will cloy Those that the blessings do injoy Oh no such needless fears destroy This niceties out of Fashion When thou hast don by Pan I sware Thou wilt unto mine eyes appear A thousand times more charming and fair Then thou weart to my first desire That smile was kind and now thou' rt wise To throw away that coy disguise And by the vegor of thy eyes Declare thy youth and fire Song to a Schotish tune VVHen Iemmy first began to Love He was the finest Swain That ever yet a flock had dorve Or danc'd upon the Plain 'T was yea that I way 's me poor heart My freedome threw a way And finding sweets in every smart I coud not say him nay And ever when he spoke of Love He would his eyes decline And every sigh woud take a heart Gued faith and why not mine He 'd press my Hand and kiss it oft His silence spoke his flame And whilst he treated me thus soft I wisht him more to blame Sometimes to feed my flocks with him My Iemmy would invite me There he the gayest Songs would sing On purpose to delight me And Iemmy every grace