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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37024	A Third collection of new songs, never printed before the words by Mr. D'urfey ; set to music by the best masters in that science, viz. Dr. John Blow, Mr. Henry Purcell, Senior Baptist, Mr. Courtiville, Mr. William Turner, Mr. Thomas Farmer, Mr. John Lenton, Mr. Samuel Ackeroyd ; with thorow-basses for the theorbo, and bass-viol.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1685 (1685)	Wing D2788; ESTC R171874	5,365	31

Disâ•Œsemâ•Œbling and Lies the Cocquet may be won but he that loves faithâ•Œfulâ•Œly will be undone II. Time was false Aurelia I thought you as bright As Angels adorn'd in the Glories of Light But your Pride and Ingratitude now I thank Fate Have taught my dull Sence to distinguish the Cheat And now I can see in your Face no such Prize No Charms in your Person no Darts in your Eyes III. Fain fain for your sake my Amours I would end And the rest of my days give my Books and my Friend But another kind Fair calls me fool to destroy For the sake of one Jilt my whole Life's greatest Joy For tho' Friends Wine and Books make Life's Diadem shine Love Love is the Jewel that makes it so fine The STORM set to Music by Mr. Henry Purcell FArewel ye Rocks ye Seas and Sands green Neptune I deâ•Œspise I 'le raâ•Œther court the pleaâ•Œsant Strands than all his waâ•Œtry Joys Inâ•Œconâ•Œstant Bliss our Fate beâ•Œguiles the Sea like Love we find where Calms are like fair Cynthia's Smiles and frowns like gusts of Wind. Hear the noise of the Tarâ•Œpawâ•Œlin Boys Port port Port port port hear the noise of the port Luff bawl aft the Sheet is the Maâ•Œriâ•Œner's Wit A Tarpawlin Boys A plague of their plague of their igâ•Œnoâ•Œrant Prattle and send me to Land and send me to igâ•Œnoâ•Œrant igâ•Œnoâ•Œrant Prattle and send me to Land where Land where I may comâ•Œmand a pretâ•Œty kind Wench a I may comâ•Œmand a pretâ•Œty kind Wench a pretâ•Œty kind pretâ•Œty kind Wench and a Botâ•Œtle pretâ•Œty kind Wench and a Botâ•Œtle II. With all God's Miracles at Land Let me acquainted be Let Fools that more would understand Go find them out at Sea His mighty Works I 'le praise on Shore And there his Blessings reap But from this moment seek no more His Wonders in the Deep Chor. Port port c. III. The Merchant when his Sails are furl'd Glides o're the foamy Main And ploughs with ease the watry World So great a Charm is Gain When Avarice has any Bounds If his contented were I 'd wage a hundred thousand Pounds He never would come there Chor. Port port c. The PERFECTION a new Song to the Dutchess Set to Music by Dr. John Blow WE all to conqu'ring Beauty bow its pleaâ•Œsing Pow'r adâ•Œmire but I ne're knew a Face 'till now that like yours could inspire Now I may say I met with one aâ•Œmaâ•Œzes all Mankind and like Men gaâ•Œzing on the Sun with too much Light am blind II. Soft as the tender moving Sighs When longing Lovers meet Like the divining Prophets wise And like blown Roses sweet Modest yet gay reserv'd yet free Each happy Night a Bride A Mein like awful Majesty And yet no spark of Pride III. The Patriarch to gain a Wife Chast beautiful and young Serv'd fourteen Years a painful Life And never thought 'em long Ah! were you to reward such Cares And Life so long could stay Not fourteen but four hundred Years Would seem but as one Day A new SONG set to Music by Mr. Thomas Farmer WHy why oh ye Pow'rs that rule the Sky must the Loveâ•Œsick Damon dye When the Nymph is at ease he admires she that cauâ•Œses my groaning and kills with frowning for Love her hard Heart could neâ•Œver inâ•Œspire Ah! leave me to pain still since 't is in vain still to perâ•Œswade or change the fair cruâ•Œel Maid II. Down down By a Brook I 'le lay me down Where the Stream does sadly run Whose Waves my Tears shall still encrease Oh ye merciless Powers That talk of showers Of Joys in Heaven poor Mortals possess Ah! if you would have me Ever believe Joys after Death Give me her to strengthen my Faith The DISTRUST a new Song set to Music by Mr. John Lenton NO silâ•Œly Cloâ•Œris tell me no such Stories true gen'rous Love can neâ•Œver unâ•Œdo ye when I deâ•Œsert ye let afâ•Œfeâ•Œcted Virâ•Œtue charm ev'â•Œry Fop that now does purâ•Œsue ye Search all huâ•Œman Nature try ev'â•Œry Creature stuâ•Œdy all Complexions ev'â•Œry Face and Feature and when e're I dye you 'l too late deâ•Œscry none eâ•Œver yet did love so well as I. II. Curse on Ambition What a bless'd condition Lovers were in not aw'd by that Daemon Then cruel Cloris Careless of Vain-Glories Would reap more Bliss than Pride e're could dream on We should have no dying No Self-denying Sighings or Repulses When the Soul is flying But truly wise Dirt she would despise And own her Love the Crown of all her Joys The PASSION set to Music by Mr. Samuel Akeroyd BY all the Pow'rs I love you so nothing's so dear to me below and when I would your Scorn forsake some Anâ•Œgel turns and brings me back Al-tho ' my Heart 's not fool'd with ease yet you may break it when you please 't is noâ•Œble and does raâ•Œther dare to dye than languish and deâ•Œspair II. Ah! tell me not that Men deceive But if you 'd be believ'd believe My Heart like Tapers shut in Urns Whilst Love gives Matter ever burns Since kindness has resistless Charms And Beauty wanting Youth decays Make hast and fly into my Arms And crown my bless'd remaining Days A Dialogue betwixt ALEXIS and SYLVIA Set to Music by Mr. Henry Purcell Alexis SIT down my dear Sylvia and then tell me tell me true when we the fierce pleasure of Pasâ•Œsion first knew what Senses were charm'd and what Raptures did dwell withâ•Œin thy fond Heart my dear Nymph prethee tell That when thy Delights in their fulâ•Œness are known I may have the joy to reâ•Œlate all my own Sylvia Oh fye my Aâ•Œlexâ•Œis how dare you proâ•Œpose to me silâ•Œly Girl things imâ•Œmoâ•Œdest as those Nice Canâ•Œdor and Moâ•Œdeâ•Œsty glow in my Breast whose Verâ•Œtue can utâ•Œter no Words so unâ•Œshaft but if your imâ•Œpaâ•Œtience adâ•Œmits no deâ•Œlay deâ•Œscribe your own Raptures and teach me the way Alexis A Pain mix'd with Pleasure my Senâ•Œses first found when crowds of Delight strait my Heart did surround a Joy so transâ•Œporâ•Œting I sigh'd when 't was done and fain would reâ•Œnew but aâ•Œlas all was gone Coy Naâ•Œture was treaâ•Œcheâ•Œrous when first she meant a Treasure so preâ•Œcious so soon should be spent coy Naâ•Œture was treaâ•Œcheâ•Œrous when first she meant a Treaâ•Œsure so preâ•Œcious so soon should be spent Sylvia This free kind Conâ•Œfesâ•Œsion does so much preâ•Œvail that I in your Boâ•Œsom would blush out my Tale but Deaâ•Œrest you know 't is too much to deâ•Œclare the Ioys that our Souls when uâ•Œniâ•Œted do share Let this then sufâ•Œfice if the Pleaâ•Œsure could last a Saint would leave Heav'n a Saint would leave Heav'n still so to be blest still so so so to be blest CHORUS LET this then suffice if the Pleasure could last a Saint would leave Heav'n a LET this then suffice if the Pleasure could last a Saint would leave Saint would leave Heav'n still so to be blest still so so so to be blest Heav'n a Saint would leave Heav'n still so to be blest still so so to be blest On AUGUSTUS and SOPHRONIA set to Music by Senior Baptist. AVâ•Œguâ•Œstus crown'd with Maâ•Œjeâ•Œsty his weighâ•Œty Cares reâ•Œmoâ•Œving beâ•Œheld his World but nought could spy worth Royâ•Œal Thought but Loâ•Œving A Syâ•Œnod of the Gods apâ•Œpear and vote their Saâ•Œcred Sence that none but the diâ•Œviâ•Œnest Fair should bless the greatest Prince II. Sophronia their Command obeys Sophronia their chief Blessing With Dove-like Innocence her Face Was sweet beyond expressing A Time commanding Beauty must While the World lasts be fine And when the World is shook to dust The Sun will cease to shine FINIS

A THIRD COLLECTION OF NEW SONGS Never Printed before The WORDS by Mr. D'URFEY Set to MUSIC by the best Masters in that Science VIZ. Dr. Iohn Blow Mr. Henry Purcell Senior Baptist. Mr. Courtiville Mr. William Turner Mr. Thomas Farmer Mr. Iohn Lenton Mr. Samuel Akeroyd WITH THOROW-BASSES for the Theorbo and Bass-Viol Royall Oake LONDON Printed by I. P. for JOSEPH HINDMARSH at the Golden-Ball over against the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill 1685. The STORM Set to Music by Mr. Henry Purcell BLow blow Boreas blow and let thy surâ•Œly Winds make the Billows foam and roar thou can'st no Terror breed in valiant Minds but spight of thee we 'l live but spight of thee we 'l live and find a Shoar Then cheer my Hearts and be not aw'd but keep the Gun-Room cleer tho' Hell 's broke loose and the Deâ•Œvils roar abroad whilst we have Sea-room here Boys never fear never never fear Hey how she tosses up how far the mounting Top-mast touch'd a Star the Meteors blaz'd as thro' the Clouds we came and Saâ•Œlaâ•Œmanâ•Œder-like we live in Flame but now now we sink now now we go down to the deepest Shades below Alas aâ•Œlas where are we now who who can tell sure 't is the lowâ•Œest Room of Hell or where the Sea-Gods dwell With them we 'l live with them we 'l live and raign with them we 'l lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink amain with them we 'l lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink aâ•Œmain but see we mount see see we rise aâ•Œgain CHORUS THo' flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do THo' flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend which shall conquer the Main tho' the Captain does fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend which shall conquer the Main tho' the Captain does swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the Sea is all Fire by the Damons o' th' swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the Sea is all Fire by the Damons o' th' Air we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie the mad Spiâ•Œrits that Air we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie the mad fly from the Deep to the Sky that fly fliâ•Œe from the Deep to the Spiâ•Œrits that fly from the Deep to the Sky that fly from the Deep to the Sky and sing whilst loud Thunder and sing whilst loud Thunder does Sky and sing whilst loud Thunâ•Œder loud Thunder does bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his Grave of a Salt-water Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no Grave of a Salt-water Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no never no never to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no never no neâ•Œver to drown no never no neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no never no never to drown a good Fellow neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow The WINCHESTER CHRISTENING the Sequel of the Winchester Wedding A new Song set to the Tune of a pretty Country Dance called The Hemp-dresser THe Sun had loos'd his weary Team and turn'd his Steeds a grazing ten Fathoms deep in Neptune's Stream his Theâ•Œtis was embracing The Stars tripp'd inâ•Œto the Firâ•Œmaâ•Œment like Milkmaids on a May-day or Counâ•Œtry Lasâ•Œses a Mumming sent or School-boys on a Play-day II. Apace came on the gray-ey'd Morn ' The Herds in the Fields were lowing And 'mongst the Poultry in the Barn The Ploughman's Clock fate crewing When Roger dreaming of golden Joys Was wak'd by a bawling Rout Sir For Cisly told him he needs must rise His Iuggy was crying out Sir III. Not half so quickly the Cups go round At the toping a good Ale Firkin As Roger Hosen and Shoon had found And button'd his Leather Jerkin Gray Mare was saddl'd with wondrous speed With Pillion on Buttock right Sir And thus he to an old Midwife rid To bring the poor Kid to light Sir IV. Up up dear Mother then Roger cries The Fruit of my Labour 's new come In Iuggy's Belly it sprawling lies And cannot get out 'till you come I 'le help it cries the old Hag ne're doubt Thy Iug shall be well again Boy I 'le get the Urchin as safely out As ever it did get in Boy V. The Mare now Bustles with all her feet No whipping or Spurs were wanting At last into the good House they get And Mew soon cry'd the Bantling A female Chit so small was born They put it into a Flagon And must be christen'd that very Morn ' For fear it should dye a Pagan VI. Now Roger struts about the Hall As great as the Prince of Condy The Midwife cries her Parts are small But they will grow larger one day What tho' her Thighs and Legs lye close And little as any Spider They will when up to her Teens she grows By grace of the Lord lye wider VII And now the merry Spic'd-bowls went round The Gossips were void of shame too In butter'd Ale the Priest half drown'd Demands the Infant 's Name too Some call'd it Phill some Florida But Kate was allow'd the best hint For she would have it Cunicula 'Cause there was a pretty Jest in 't VIII Thus Cuny of Winchester was known And famous in Kent and Dover And highly rated in London Town And courted the Kingdom over The Charms of Cuny by Sea and Land Subdues each human Creature And will our stubborn Hearts command Whilst there is a Man or Nature BARTHOLOMEW-FAIR a Catch set to Music by Dr. John Blow HEre is the raâ•Œriâ•Œty of the whole Fair Pimper-le-pimp and the wise dancing Mare here 's vaâ•Œliant St. George and the Draâ•Œgon a Farce a Girl of Fifteen with strange Moles on her A Here is Viâ•Œenâ•Œna beâ•Œsieg'd a rare thing and here 's Punâ•Œchiâ•Œnelâ•Œlo shown thrice to the King Then see the Masks to the Cloiâ•Œster reâ•Œpair but there will be no Raffling a pox take the May'r The SHUTTLECOCK a new Song set to a pretty Scotch Tune by Mr. Courtiville HAve you seen Batâ•Œtleâ•Œdore play where the Shuttlecock fly's to and fro one Or have you noâ•Œted an aâ•Œpeâ•Œril-Aâ•Œpeâ•Œril-day now raiâ•Œning now shining now warming now storming Ah! just just such as these is a Woman Love and true Meâ•Œrit do seldom preâ•Œvail for always we hold a wet Eel by the Tail their Tongues ne're are iâ•Œdle the Humour 's a Ridâ•Œdle they prick with their Needle and oâ•Œgle and wheedle and if they have Charms 't is rareâ•Œly that Beauâ•Œty is true t' ye for few or none you are sure are your own but in your Arms. LOVE UNBLINDED a new Song set to Music by Mr. William Turner MY Life and my Death were once in your pow'r I languish'd each moâ•Œment and dy'd ev'â•Œry hour but now your ill uâ•Œsage has oâ•Œpen'd my Eyes I can free my poor Heart and give oâ•Œthers Advice By