Power whose Providence Supports my seeble house of Clay Do not remove my Clara hence But give us both a longer day That both together we may praise Our Lord of life our length of days I know thou knowest Great God above Her heart doth to thy worship bow Yet She to me thou gav'st to Love By holy Sacramental vow Do not Shut up our day so soon For yet O Lord it is but noon Remember now thy promis'd aid Though thousands fall on every hand I will not therefore be afraid The Angels are at thy Command Protect her Lord and so bless me We may together ever be POEM Afflictions plough the Heart of man Fits it for wisdoms seed Then Grace brings forth her blest increase Whereon the soul doth feed We must be broken e're made strait And wounded to be cur'd Who would not suffer little pain To have his health assur'd Crosses and dangers which are past With pleasure we repeat The Psalmist never sung so sweet As in a Shepherds seat Physick displeasing to the taste Nature assists to health How comes it then we do not wish For loss producing wealth Miser-mankind who will not give One penny from his heap Accursed thrist to loose a life So dear and sav'd so cheap Wound me O Lord and make me whole Bind men and set me free Nay kill men so I then may live And die to All but thee An Elegie on Mistriss Anne Leonard daughter to Sir Moulton Lambert DEad is the mirrour of her Sex the Stem Of a fair spreading Cedar natures Gem Whose Gnossian Crown presents her aged Syre A brighter Star then Ariadnes fire Alas dear Parents would I could expres Her virtues more to make your sufferings less She 's gone before your places to prepare The Child provides to ease the parents care Rare Hierogliphick of a Saint by death In her they learn to live who gave her breath Earth's seeming joys she leaves and the worlds glory Flies and forgets for a Memento Mori Poor worldless-world thy longest joyes afford As short a span of pleasure as the gourd Which Jonas had 't is time thou now return To Chaos or as tribute to her Urn Pay thine own ashes and Erect a toomb That may out live Mausolus leave no room 'Twixt Pyramid and Skie whence Angels shall Descend to Celebrate her Festival And her Harmonious voyce instruct to Sing Loud Hallelujahs to great Salems King In holy Quire whose joy is to behold A Lyons Lamb recover'd to the Fold Alluding to the names of Leonard and Lambert ANd now her Angel Soul in Heaven hath place With Judah's Lyon and the Lamb of Grace Dead is my Dear a dream is my desire And yet my flesh in hope shall here respre In super Caro meu requiescit in Spe. ESSAYES TO do well is a Princely thing Though some do speak it Ill Rash Judges will condemn a King To gratifie their will The' advantage of a Noble mind In difficulties shows Higher it raiseth them we find Lesse active overthrows Her that will raise a building high Magnificent to show Must first look downward with his eye and build as deep below Sometimes a heart disposed well Within the brain doth breed Right understanding to do well The fruit is like the seed But all who names of men do bear Are not so to be thought Unless at helm doth reason steer In Laws of virture taught The strong the fierce bold stout and tall The hardy wise and fair Rich highly born renown'd withal Are Epithetes of Ayr. whom reason rules not beasts must be Abusing so their own degree The Cause of Paganism at first in the world NAture corrupt and knowledge blind By Adams fall those sparks and seeds Of heavenly light yet left behind Appearing then broke forth in weeds For wanting grace and power to grow To first perfection did decline To superstition and so Worship to creatures did assign Mans fearful mind strange gods did make Which Custom with the power of Hell Such root in all mankind did take That worst of Ills they deemed well Some Worship'd Devils some mens Ghosts And others bow'd to Fowl and Fish To Herbs and bones and Painted-poasts They knew not what themselves would wish The Planets Fire the Air and Sea And every running Brook beside No Virtue nor no Vice but they Had with false Worship them bely'd Some God or Goddess was assign'd To all of these Oh! wretched men Whose stubborn wills to sin inclin'd God suffer'd fall but rais'd agen Such mercies may we ever finde To worship that eternal light Who rais'd the dead and cur'd the blinde And sav'd from everlasting night Upon a wise saying of Marcus Auralius Antoninus A Heathen Emperour doth teach What Christians ought to do Nature corrupt to us doth preach And gives example too The time of mans life 's as a point The substance ever flowes The sence obscure doth disappoint Him when he thinks he knowes Our bodies whole composure tends To base coruption Our souls are restless till our ends Then none knowes whither gone Fortunes uncertain doubtfulfame And a s stream that 's past Things of our bodies and our name Blank Lots have drawn at last And as a dream or Smoak are things belonging to the Soul They pass away like sounds of strings Or flights of swiftest fowl Our life 's a pilgrimage or warr And fame when life is done In little time 's forgot so farr That 't is Oblivion One thing remains Philosophy Consisting in this act Thy Spirit keep from injury Or Contumolious fact Above all pains and pleasures too Do nothing rash or fain'd Nor over-critically do So keep thy minde unstain'd From thine own actions depend Imbracing with content What ever comes which he doth send Whence thou art also sent 'Bove all things death with chearfulness Expect since 't is no more But Elements resolvedness To what they were before This dissolution to all So common do not shun Nature bespeaks thy Funeral Which creep not to but runn No ill in nature 't is to dye To nature t is accordingly ESSAY The ignorant and wilfull worldings say As he who bid good morning to the day Next to his Gold and that 's esteemed best Which is most profitable 'bove the rest If they mean profitable to a man As he is rational then I can With them agree but as a creature then I them reject as bad and senceless men Let nothing cause thee violate thy faith Immov'd by flattery what any saith Loose not thy modesty nor hate nor curse Dissemble not an Hypocrite is worse What ere requires the secrecy of walls Lust not thou after nor the white of vayles Thy rational part and Spirit keepe The Sacred misteries of virtues deep Within thy heart how happy then is he Wants neither solitude nor company Neither laments exclaims nor sighes in vain But lives without desire or fear or pain For life or death he is indifferent Who neither seeks nor shuns but takes what 's sent
And then I 'm sure Thou wilt not hit by chance but choice For which thou hast each Lovers voice And that 's their cure But if thou wilt thy power imploy Thy cruel art hearts to destroy For hearts are thine If she refuse mine lay 't not by her Sooner throw 't into thy fire For to calciâ—e The Phaenix from her cinders grows And true love from loves ashes flows Oh how I burn So the condition of my fate 'Twixt life and death to circulate In Cupids Urne I 'le have as many hearts for thee As in those ashes grains you l see And then I 'm sure I le have one heart to sacrifice To every look of her fair eyes And that 's my cure These to my Mistress I present As this days tribute to her sent 'T is my desire To be her Martyr is my glory And be written in loves story Penn'd with fire A jealous Lady reproaching her Servant that he courted new Faces since her own not the best yet she was well proportion'd thus answers WHither Art or natures grace Does adorn my mistress face Burns nor quenches my desire They are those parts obscur'd from sight Limbs proportion'd for delight Blows my warmth into a fire If a face could please alone One pictur'd or would cut in stone From a Person in love with a young Lady who had marryed an old Man BRuno intreats Albana tell How Bruno she inclines to love Whose heart is proof against a spell Yet from her circle cannot move 'T is not I find the power of arts Not any charm can conquer me It must be sympathy in hearts Or if not so what can it be Discords in Musick we do find Such harmony and air doth bring Such charming sweetness to the mind As if the close were all one string Th' emitted Atomes through our eyes Secret intelligence conveigs Into our hearts which no disguise Can hide from such elucent rayes Love much abused where interest Usurpes that name and proper right That 's only due to such a breast Which loves the person at first sight And that magnetique sympathy Which doth incline our eys to gaze Is the souls choice and amity Loves circulation in a maze If any other hidden cause Or more elate pray let me know For if you take a time to pause You 'l but invent to hide it so Truly confess and freely say It is the same what ere it be Which makes you love and go that way You cannot choose but meet with me How well agreed how understood Our hearts to one another known The secret tye is in our blood The Seed is in our natures sown The works of nature hidden are Which by effects we only know Then against nature we make warre When we not imitate her so Let no delusive Fantosme then Misleade us with fantastique fire Women were only made for men VVhich nature prompts us to desire Old Age's a moving monument Their marbles sweat but cold as Ice But quickning natures first intent Gets monuments of greater price Nature with reason doth agree No incoherence can we find But that impell'd by sympathy By nature marryed must be kind Hath nature yet by any law Or rule confin'd one creature yet Then surely nature to obey Is only rational and fit Rebels to nature may create New forms of government I know And turn a Kingdom to a state But my Albana does not so For she loves Monarchy as I And I love her because she loves Shee cannot live and bid me dye For doing what her self approves A Catch made before the KINGS coming to Worcester with the Scottish Army THe Round-heads drink a health To their new Common-wealth And swear the Kings must be forgot But the pot shall be bang'd When the Rogues are all hang'd Here 's a Health to the King and the Scot. Come Skinker be nimble This quart's but a thimble Away with 't swell this of a gallon To our Masters brave Son Who will fire the first gun And boldly command us fall on Each man upon his back Shall swallow his Sack This health will indure no shrinking The rest shall dance round Him that lyes on the ground 'Fore me this is excellent drinking Faith Ladds let 's uncase us Our raggs but disgrace us Some faggots more wine and a health To him and all those Who will fire their cloaths As I would this new Common-wealth A SONG To the Tune of My Dear and only Love take heed TEach me Bellisa what to doe I am Inviron'd round Grief bringing thoughts oppress me so They bend me to the ground Alass thy Strephon doth implore Thy help in time of need He beggs who never begg'd before Come save my life w'th speed Could I but hear thy sweetest voice Or bless miue eyes with thine My panting heart would so rejoyce Souls so with bodies joyn As frosts before the sun doth melt And rivers glide away My griefs would pass by me unfelt With thee if I might stay And I more faithful than the rest Who for thy favour sue Should be imbosom'd in thy brest The place to my love due Then happy Strephon joyful sing Hast hence away my sorrow I 'd not change states with any King To be a King tomorrow A Shepherd true a faithful friend I 'le ever prove to thee The skies to earth shall first descend E're thou complain of me Then lay aside thy withered fear And feed on hopes a while Fair weather after storms appear Love shall the time beguil SONG CUpid is an idle toy Never was there such a boy If there were let any show Or his quiver or his bow Or the wound by him he got By a broken arrow shot Money Money Money makes men bow That 's the only Cupid now Whilst the world continu'd good And men lov'd for flesh and blood Men about them wore a dart Which did win a womans heart And the women great and small With a certain thing they call Kisse me Kisse me Kisse me caught the men That was the only Cupid then A Song on a Scornful Mistriss DRowsie Lover rowse thy soul Quaffe Canary and thou l't find Spirits floating in the bowl Cures distempers of the mind Drinking makes thee sleep secure That alone is half a cure If Bellara be too cold And have chill'd thy loves desire Drink 't is warming and be bold She hath no such active fire Each glass a fresh Mistress brings Our Seraglio's great as Kings When thou art thus careless grown And thy ague fit remov'd Women will not loose their own Where they ever were belov'd Then if shee 'l return to thee Nothing cures so well as she AN EPIGRAM On two at Enmity with one another DIego is speechless cannot live How poor Reymundo then will grieve But how if Diego should recover Poor Reymund then will n'ere give over Neither without nor with at ease The Devill take him if he please To the same accusing him for Flattery HOw happy is that Government Where Flattery
Yet would with one another lie Their thoughts were grown so great And Poetiz'd their fancy That they immortaliz'd should grow Would neither sleep nor eat Alike to them was day or night They were so raptur'd with delight And measur'd time by thought Their cloaths by custome they put on And hand in hand walk'd fast along So found the Priest they sought The holy-man forgot his book And now and then he stole a look As oft about to pray Believing something there inshrin'd So much transcending humane kind He knew not what to say But fearing that he might offend The Saint so newly made his friend Dispatcht what he begun The Bride and Bridegroom left the place As they had been to run a race Scarce knowing what was done The people whom they passed by As if it were some hue and cry Forsook their houses quite And by pursuing came at last To find the doors and windows fast VVhere they had made their flight The guests invited to the day Came there but knew not what to say It was so strange a thing No meat nor musick favours gloves Posset nor cakes to shew their loves The Bride had but a Ring Thus full three daies and nights are fled Since that the sheapherds took their bed 'T was time I trow to rise For mortaliz'd they are agen And call for meat like other men Nature must have supplys The Prae-invited guests came in Like those who had intranced been None gave that daies salute Seeing the blushing sheapherds sit Like our first Parents for a bit Of the forbidden fruit But then a matron ag'd threescore Though truly told full twenty more Thus to the Bridegroom saies But not asham'd thou hast done well And doing often is a spell All women love to praise The married and the maids applause Soon known by hems at e'ry clause The scene is alter'd quite For now the house with noise doth ring In e'ry tongue and tail a sting For such another night The Souldier who at push of pike Saies one stands longest I doe like And thrusts and thrusts agen Another cries I love the brunt And brave induring in the front Give me such sprightly men But then a blushing maid replys My father told my mother lyes And so may others doe He promis'd her the Seamans vow But he perform'd the Lord knows how And glad she had it too Now supper call'd the Musick playes Healths to those pleasant nights and dayes The sheapherds lately past The tables drawn a dance or two The Bride and Groom had more to doe Such as they did the last But stay the maids now claim a right A custome yet of much despight To see the Bride in bed Which willingly she would excuse Though seemingly did not refuse 'T was now no May-den-head The men for Bridal garters strive The Mayds for Codpeice points alive But see a wondrous scape For had his breeches now been on Had suffer'd a dissection Or they had made a Rape But still the stockings are to throw Some threw too high and some too low There 's none could hit the mark But left the bride and bridegroom too 't Assut'd enough that they could doo 't Though it were ne're so dark Of Amity and Friendship AMity is a sacred flame Nature first kindled in our breasts That heat extinct only the name Equal remains to men and beasts Soul of the world true Amity As needful is to all mankind As fire and water for we see Without no joy nor tast we find Salt of our life nursing mother To all society humane A friend to me is my brother Against an Abel was a Cain Tyrants in nature had they power The Soul of friendship would destroy Malice and bad men would deflowr What e're themselves could not enjoy Friendship sufficeth to preserve The world no need of laws to bind Which now as second means does serve To awe those wills to bad inclind Howe're the law takes place below For friendship rules the heart and hand Our wills and the effects we know The Law but outsides can command All good law-makers ever had A greater care of Amity Then Justice though the laws not bad Yet sometimes credit loose we see Friendship distinguish'd into parts Nature virtue profit pleasure Virtue the noblest wedlocks hearts 'T is the souls indies natures measure The portract and description Of perfect friendship is a free And general confusion Of souls exchang'd in Amity Not only a conjunction Of solid things however knit There may be separation This perfect love will not admit The souls are plung'd and drowned so In one another that you can No more divide then you can do Things liquid or create a man On choice and liberty of will 'T is built without exception Goods honours judgments thoughts and will Nay life this is perfection From this confusion proceeds You cannot lend nor give to each No speech of good turns or good deeds Nor thanks for that declares a breach In common friendships these are found The nourishers in union Those testimonies are not sound But signs are of division 'T were nonsense and strange complement To thank my self for what I doe Unto my self who can invent I should divide my self in two Disputers in Religion Like talkers are of Amity For in a thousend there 's not one Who practise that divinity Oh sacred friendship much abus'd Transmuted into policy For want of wit he is accus'd Hath friendship and true honesty Were all to Avarice inclin'd The world would quickly have an end Meum not Tuum we should find Would leave but one himself to freind God was for money bought and sold Yet still we dote on cursed pelf May he that makes his God his gold Like that Apostate hang himself Perverted principles for truth Is now asserted interest The Religion of age and youth Friendship 's a name without a Test. FINIS Postcript to the Reader NOw you have pay'd and Read Farewel Be wiser yet and keep counsel For like to him who show'd a Mare Horse and no Horse to be seen there The Tayl was where the Head should be Tot'h Manger ty'd my Poetry Is such a show for wanting Coyn The Lyon with the Fox I joyn And thank ye all for this Relief 'T is better then a Begging-brief In all this Town ye cannot find A fitter Man to cheat the Blind * The two Statues at Somerset stairs of Tame and Isis. Two Rivers joyning makes Thamesis the heirs little brooks from the West running into Thames fish their Subjects When the Bridge was built this water was turn'd against Somerset House over the fields below Redriff 3 Tydes they are to hang till the water overflow them and ebbs as oft
meets punishment How fatal where it finds reward And treason to have Honours guard Leave off yee Flatterers for shame For honest duty fears no blame A CATCH To the Tune of Old Poets Hipocrene Admire COme Tom let 's drink a rowsing glass Ud's niggs ne're stirre is but an Asse Good drinking brings all things to pass Come Harry George and Jack take part And much good doe it each man's heart Who will not drink 's not worth a fart Each man his glass and bottle by Tobacco Pipe Artillery A frolick catch and Drollery Wee 'l have no tell-tale boyes to fill Under the Rose no man speaks ill But 's safe as Thief is in a Mill. I love the King and Royal blood Will fight their cause not understood And for their sakes would drink a flood Yet to their health 's I not incline But here 's to those who will drink wine Sack and a friend are both divine Faith one glass more and then let 's goe Health to the lass who ne're said no Or if she did would take it too Since only they do make us sport In City Country Camp and Court Let him be hang'd who cares not for 't Another to the same Tune T is much The Dutch Dares drink or fight Since they Must say To do us right The English Drunkards have more might For when we fight or drink their Mumm So soundly we their jackets humm You cannot wake them with a drumm We still Cry fill More Wine advance Such men Agen Will conquer France And Tech dem de fin running dance Leaving their grapes for us to squeeze Till they submit with Je-vou-prie's But let the Dons take snuch and sneeze 'T is late We prate And loose much time The Sun Is run Unto a Clime Which dully drinks without a Rhyme Then foot to foot let 's drink at those And Dutch-like drown those An-ti-toes Then call the Sunne to drink his dose Another to the same Tune FOr Wine That 's fine We hither come Draw neat No cheat Nor poison'd stumme But Sack that speaks when we are dumb No other noyse doe we desire But boy draw wine and make a fire A Catch is then your only Quire Faith ladd I 'm gladd To see thee here 'T is sack We lack Our wits to cheere T will make us equal with a Peer 'T is musick when the boy cryes score And clinks the pots when we call more As drunken Greeks did heretofore Come George My gorge Begins to warme Repeat This heat 'T will do no harm Your Treason-Brewers drink in barme Begin a health to our dear Miss And unto him who she dares kiss For all the rest we care not this Now Tom Is come And he shall pledge This glass Shall pass Now we are fledge Though drunk as beggars under hedge And he who will not sing and chat Cry tope and throw aside his hat Not company is for a Cat. To a fair great-bellyed Lady come to lye In in London SHe comes like full-ear'd harvest now Or fruit that loads the yielding bow Which the glad Husbandman invites To taste and labour new delights Just so a ship with some rich trade Having a happy voyage made In some safe harbor she unloads Hir owners treasure and her goods His friends rejoyce he freed from fear Puts forth agen another year Now welcome Miss you are imbay'd And must your Treasure here unlade A ship well fraught a ground well sown No doubt will yield us still our own You shall be mann'd and victual'd too For a deal more y'have yet to do But when you have increas'd our store To travail then you shall no more But safely sit and see your wealth Though honest got yet got by stealth To an absent Friend AS streams do circulating creep Through empty veins of th'immov'd earth Till to their Mother in the deep They pay the tribute of their birth So circularly we do move Impell'd by sympathy to meet Our hearts are centrical in Love At distance we incline and greet A Tyrant shackles may put on But cannot blind our inward light No Cave so much obscur'd from sun That on our souls can force a night Love is our light give me a friend Whose breast transparent is to me Eternal beings have no end My friendship would be that to thee What fortune 't is keeps us asunder Is both my trouble and my wonder To friends in the Country who kept Leut dwelling neer a Forrest of the Kings To the Tune of Chevy Chase. YEe wights which on the Forrest fringe The Kings dear Deere disturb Find out a tree I 'l find you sprindge Which can wild horses curb Say farewel Oysters and old Ling Pease-pottage eke and gruel My self your Epitaphs will sing That trees should bear such fuel A Catch THe poor abused Bagg-piper Came home some two days after With a full intent for to beget On his Wife a Son or a Daughter But she being acquainted before With Souldiers and other Captains Got the running of the reins So he was well pay'd for his peins Pastoral Song complaining of falshood DAâ—on the Shepherd with the flock Of wanton Kidds safely browsing Under the shelter of a Rock Where wone the herd to come A-bowsing Unto a bibling stream that ran There Damon sat and thus began Cruel Cruel inconstant woman False unto me and true to no man When as another Swain you saw Yon liking lov'd or loving fained Then 'gan from me your love withdraw Too soon alas he had obtained Then came a third your love to winn And we were out and he was in Farewel Farewel Inconstant woman False unto me and true to no man To the Tune of A Scotch Ditie FArewel false fair one I can no more abide To live and love alone And still to be deny'd Since I now have found thy changing That thou lov'st to be belov'd Goe hence alone'a ranging From me that am immov'd Catches To the Tune of A Boat A Boat Haste to the Ferry WHat Will why Wait come Tom leave playing Our Turn-stileale brooks no delaying For James and Ben with Mum are staying Another A pox upon all dice and carding They will not leave a man a farthing Drinking is better much and â—arding Another A health a health to our bright Dutchess I would I had her in my clutches A pox take him my fortune grutches Another More wine more wine come drawer fill Jack drink to me and I to Will Drink fair take care you do not spill Another George here 's to Miss with Hans-in-kelder And unto Tom who hath be-swell'd her Hans shall pledge too when he grows elder A Song in Dialogue Strephon. DEar I must doe Phillis Oh I dare not Str. 'T will not hurt you Ph. No I care not Str. Then I preethee sweet tell me the reason Ph. Will you marry Str. Yes to morrow Ph. Till then tarry Ser. I would borrow Ph. Fruit is best when 't is gather'd in season On a Lady standing on a
cheese-curds from the whay The Souldier in the field Who doth the longest stand This love doth make him yield His Pike falls out of 's hand Yet when white Colours flie He doth agen advance And makes his foes to lie As they were in a trance Yet he is beaten so He cannot keep his ground But sneakingly doth goe To cure a pocky wound The Scholler doth indite Strong lines in verse or prose Till he doth under-write The Poet wants a Nose At first he slies so high At last doth fall so low Such weakness from the thigh Can neither stand nor goe The merchant and the clown Have all no better luck For they are up and down As Drakes are with a Duck. With trading they doe break With labour weakned old Their ships doe spring a leak And then their tails are cold Fanatique Loves desire That burns with sister zeal First London set on fire To make a Common-weal A pox on Venus whore And Cupid too her sonne With all her daughters more And so my Song is done Englands rejoycing for Londons Re-building To the Tune of Faire fall the Muses who in well tun'd verse or a joyful sight to see LEt none pass by who come this way Till they have heard me sing and say Who loves the King and Common good Here 's cheerful news to warm his blood When London is re built agen Then welcome all both maids and men Come all good Citizens rejoyce with me For care recals no things are past A Phaenix from her ashes you shall see Of greater splendour then the last Both rich and poor Will prosper more In one year than they did in three And all your trade So much decay'd Shall flourish in a happy peace When all your jealousies shall cease A joyful sight to see Our Ancestors nere thought of such a Town That all the world should it admire But low-built on the river-bank sat down In Hovels fit for nought but fire But our new Troy With fires of joy The fairest of the world shall be And all mankind Who are not blind Shall say that London is the Town Of all the world should wear the Crown A joyful sight to see No more by ally-smels like midnight carts No holes where day-light ne'r appears But order'd all in well proportion ' dparts No place for jealousies and fears Nor forreign Clown Who comes to town Shall swear by all his ancestry That all that day He lost his way And yet Pauls-steeple could not find Mislead by turnings like the blind A Joyful sight to see No more shop-lights built for necessity Shall cause the Buyer to supect Good-fellows late may reel home quietly Without a trap-door to detect And not a bench For any wench To lay a child or gett a Fee Nor Maids above With prentice love Ore tops of houses meet and kiss And spend the cash you doe not miss A joyful sight to see Those Padders whom that City forrest hid And Plotters there their shelter found Your wise designed building does forbid No back-streets nor ways under ground But like good men With heart and pen To publick interest agree with arts and trade Ye all are made Then cheerfully to work amain 'T is Englaads joy and all your gain A joyful sight to see New Churches with new bels new tunes shall ring The old are out of fashion now The Corporations in procession sing Fanatiques too the Lord knows how But one and all Both great and small Come heartily and sing with me The King God bless The Queen no less Send them an Heir and happy Raign Our trade and liberties to maintain A joyful sight to see The Forrest Lovers FAir maids who are so coy In these Examples find All creatures will injoy To one another kind Turn to your Lovers time will flye None love the old untill they die Surely the Gods did preordaine That we should meet this instant Here 's none but thou and I alone VVithin this grove so pleasant Then sit thee down upon the grass And I le sit me down by thee There 's nothing here Thou needst to fear Dearest doe not deny me See how the strong and warlike Horse The ground doth beat so proudly And neighing to his Female love The woods resounding loudly See how the wanton Kidd doth frisk Before her bearded Lover As she would say This time of day Invites to come and cover The lowing Kine the lusty Bull Calls over hedge and ditches Nature and reason doth incline Till age that doth betwitch us A pair of years in love with thee All other loves refusing Then doe not cry Nay pish nay fie For Love deferr'ds abusing The Turtle-Doves who areso chast See how they sit a billing See how the Ewe turns to the Ramm VVhich shows all flesh is willing See how the Ivy clips the Elme And doth with sloath upbraid us Then let us kiss 'T is not amiss The trees on purpose shade us See how the pleasant Spring invites Us to imbrace each other See how the pretty birds delights To chirpe at one another Then be not coy let 's get a boy And dearest deser't no longer And strive not now Unless that thou Dost think to prove the stronger Who loves will not by force constrain But gently winne my favour So Satyrs doe their lusts obtain And care not then who have her But if I give my self to thee And thou change for another Then not a Maid I am afraid That I may prove a Mother Fear not thou dearest of my life My heart is thine for ever Before the Gods thou art my Wife Now show thy love or never Delaies are dangerous to love And age wâ—ll quickly seize us Le ts now imbrace In this sweet place The birds will sing to please us I love too much she said yet fear But love is so much stronger Thou maist do what thou wilt my Dear I can hold out no longer But when thou hast overcome my heart Dear leave me not to sorrow But tell me where And truly swear To meet agen to morrow The description of a rare beauty of a Lovers Fancy To an old Tune If any man doe want a Wife And would secure her Honesty Take this and then I 'le pawn my life He shall be free from jealousie COme neer my lusty Lovers Give ear unto my ditty A pleasant song Is never long Supposing it be witty And list my noble Lasses My Song is of a creature Though not so fair As others are Yet wonderful in feature Her short black frizled hair With Nitts for pearl adorned Two else-locks short And some report Besides that she is horned Hir pious ears down lossing Doe shade her mines of Amber Whence treacle drops As fast as hopps Fall down to dress her Chamber A frozen dish-clout fore-head Which reacheth to her Crown-a But if you 'l spie Her hole-bred eye Then come a great way down-a That eye so amorously Doth blink upon her lover Just like a sow Whose hayry
brow Such sweet looks doth discover Her nose much like a Parrets Or Romes greatest Commanders But such a smell No tongue can tell If you come neer her glanders Her cheeks are pleasant valleys Which meet within her mouth-so That you would think 'T would stop the stink And turne't to her profecto Her bearded thin-lips powting As Fame her trumpet blows And her catarrhe Proclaims a warre Against her glaunders nose Her mouths a buttery hatch Her swallow is so profound That you would think When she doth drink You were in the Danish sound Her tongue like spotted Ermins And on each side a Canker Where such a breath Is sudden death But come not neer and think her Her teeth a Tinker hammer'd Out of a brewing kettle Her gumms as red As our brown bread Or as the man of mettle Her chinn so complemental Turns up to catch her drivel Who would not lye In a Pigsty With such a Female Devil Shee 's neck'd much like a gander Sweet voic'd as any bittern She sings in prose Like any rose Unto a barbers Cittern Her duggs like dry'd cows udder Her teats hang to her belly And all her milk ' As soft as silk But like Toad-tadder gelly Stand farther of I pray you Now I have spy'd Avernus Which wee 'l pass by Behind doth lye A place will more concern us I cannot choose but tell you A truth and 't is a wonder Her cow'd-bon'd bumme Sounds like a drumm And can as lowdly thunder Her thighs so much salt-water Doth every day soak in Shee 's Fish below Down to her toe And looks like Haberdine If any lusty lover can But like my Mistress favour Or Friend of mine I will resign And promise he shall have her Her parts so farre exceeding All other English beauties In writing this I have I wiss Perform'd a lovers duty The new mode of Love The whining lover seldome gets a prize The bold and careless make the conquest sure When you come to look babies in their eies They whistle you like Hawks unto a lure To an old Tune OF LOve whose power and might None ever yet withstood Thou forcest me to write Come turn about Robbin Hood Sole mistress of my rest Let me thus farr presume To make this bold request A black-patch for the Rheume Your tresses finely wrought Much like a golden snare My silly heart hath caught As Moss did catch his Mare Your eyes like stars divine Makes me renew this arrant In simple speeches mine A buttock for a warrant Oh women will you never But think that I do flatter I vow I lov'd her ever And fain I would be at her What i' st I would not doe To purchase one good smile Bid me to China goe And I 'le sit still the while I think that I shall die Love so my heart bewitches It makes me howl and cry Oh! how my elbow itches Teâ—â—â— overflow my sight With waves of daily weeping That in the careful night I take no rest for sleepiâ—g Cupid is blind men say But yet me thinks he seeth He hit me ' o-ther day A T in Cupids teeth My Mistress is so fair But oh her late disgraces Hath made me to despair A pox take all such faces But since my simple merits Her loving looks must lack Come stoppe my vital spirits With claret wine and sack Regard my great mishaps Oh Jove thou God of wonder Send down thy thunder-claps Aud rend her smock a sunder But if that all relief And comforts doth forsake me I 'le hang my self for grief Nay then the Devil take me Her Ingenious her Answer so modestly delivered Answer YOur verses I receiv'd Like one of Cupids Martyrs Because you are so griev'd Goe hang in your own garters I cannot choose but pitty Your lubbers mourning tears Because your plaints are witty You may goe shake your ears To purchase your delight No labour I will leese Your pains I will require With a nogge of bread and cheese 'T is you I fain would see 'T is thee I only think on My looks as kind shall be As the Devils over Lincoln I long to see thee here I must injoy thee one day Mean time come kiss me there Where I did sit on Sunday Doctor Donnes Couplet HE that hath business and makes love Doth doe Such wrong as when a married man Doth woe The Version HE that makes love his business Then doth doe No wrong at all and married men May woe A CATCH To the Tune of New Oysters NEw Roysters new Roysters new Roysters new What tame Knights have you to dress Have you any Maids with child The wise contented Cuckold To an old Tune Who ere would lead a happy life All jealousy eschew With no strict hand nor foolish strife Still let her have her due I Am a contented man And I have a dainty wife Who labours as much as she can To make me a happy life I 've neither money nor lands Nor trade to get me some bread Nor can I work with my hands And yet I am bravely fedde I have cloaths and money to spend I goe and come when I will I drink a quart with a Friend Such Toll I get by my Mill. I have good pewter and brass Two chambers furnished well I should be counted an ass How I got them for to tell Brave Gallants come to my door And aske mâ— for Madam Brown But your ill-bred Country-boor Would Gammer-her like a Clown She winks and I step aside Then intreats him to draw nigh And looks as sweet as a Bride As coy and as cunningly Up stairs she so nimbly goes You can hardly hear her tread She knows her friends from her foes 'T is a pretty Rogue in a bed When the fool is sneaking gone She sits her down on my knee And cries my Dear Chuk my John I 'm fain to do this for thee 'T is a plagny witty wench Steals mony into my pocket And Tickles me like a Tench And for all gramercy blockhead All night sometimes she is out At some great bodies labour She nimble whisks about As 't were at a Pipe and a Tabor But when she comes home agen She stroaks my forehead and face And ever I cry Amen Where ever my wife sayes grace The Merchant sends in good wine Fat Gammons and Botargo We altogether doe dine But Betty unlades his Cargo My Draper sends in fine cloath Her Mercer the richest silk The little Rogue gives them broath But robs the Calves of their milk Fine linnen and silk stockings And sweet perfumed gloves She gets by Nurse-like Rockings Let others get by their Loves What fools will goe bare and poor And starve for want of good meat And swear that his wife 's a whore When she goes forth to repeat If twenty light their candle At mine what is it the worse All things were made to handle All sorts of coin in a purse A wife that 's a wag-tail born If curb'd will spend thy estate 'T is better to
endeavour This I propose To him a choose For I will have this Tryal But daunce me down I am his own He shall have no denial They danc'd a Jigg but fell so fast There 's none could bear up to her Only the gallant that came last Made oath he would undo her She smilâ—ng said Poor me a maid Must live a little longer And straight she found Him on the ground Now hopes to find a stronger The Parson of Rumford or a merry maying To the Tune of Away to Twiford away away I Sing of no Ladies who dance in the Court Nor of the bigg Lords so hugeously gay But of Lads and of Iasses who make as good sport Then away to Rumford away away From Burnt-wood and Epping from Bow and Mile-end With ribbons and flowers with garlands for May Fine girls and their lovers did trip it an end And away to Rumford away away The streets with green rushes and bowers of boughs To welcome these guests the musick doth play The houses as sweet as the breaths of our cows Come away to Rumford away away What tricking what trimming what puddings what sowse Nay mustard with beef prepar'd for the day And Piggs that the Parson kept long in his house For this meeting at Rumford to day to day But O the brave Gammons with pepper and cloves And stinging good ale was there by my fay As sweet and as hot as the buss of our loves Come away to Rumford away away Then cheese-cakes with currans so finely were set Your Ladies black-patches are not so gay Stew'd-pruins in a syrup as black as the jet Come away to Rumford away away This woundy great feast the Parson did make In his close-girt-coat as pert as a Jay Could no more stand still then a beat at a stake In the town of Rumford to day to day For joy he spurt'd us a question to marry And told us the season was best in May Goe to it quoth he for time will not tarry And welcome to Rumford I say I say We look'd and we look'd on one another He formerly taught us our flesh was but clay Why should we not joyn like sister and brother 'T is time at Rumford to day to day Then Rowland a Keeper in Epping Chase As bold as a stagg at his Rut did say Fair Win now ' I le marry not bating an Ace This day at Rumford to day to day She blush'd and she wish'd it were quietly done But said good Rowland what hast is I pray Now you hold me so fast that I cannot run This night then in Rumford I 'le stay I 'le stay Now hey for Burnt-wood Tom Tanner did cry His face shining yellow his hands brown bay He swor'd he 'd be coupled to Jenny or dye In the Town of Rumford to day to day Dick Butcher of Bow came in a great huffe Swore Doll of the Dairy should lead the way Since both he and she handled much better stuffe In the Town of Rumford then they then they Little Robbin a glover of Mile-end Town With Mawd who dwelt at the Bottle of Hay Were clapt together with a hey derry down And all in Rumford to day to day A dozen in couples more the next morn Went all to the Church to marry and pray That e'ry one might have a small pocket horn When they went from Rumford away away Strike up Tom Piper and Kit with your Fiddle Play Room for Cuckolds 't is now almost day Goe home with your wives and play at down-diddle And away from Rumford away away Carolus A Carolo Carolo Magno Major Upon his Highness the Duke of York his Victory at Sea over the Dutch WHat sawcy mungrel slaves are those Greater then Charls the great t' oppose Mâ—screant Mahounds Rebel-state Your daring hastens on your fate Will Puny-Gyants make a warre 'Gainst Heavens praedict by a starre Calling to Battail mighty Yorke A glorious man to do their work Vain pufft up Bubbles durst ye think That ye could swim and he should sink Great men are call'd to sit above Your groveling souls toth' Center moove Are Princes Prize for Butter-boxes Or Lyons to be tane by Foxes Ye Mushromes grown under our shade Who your own safeties have betray'd Forgiu's Heaven we did maintain Those Boars against the King of Spain But nature planted 'gainst your shoars English to kill such brawny Boars 'T is a Kings evil which we cure And stroaking now you must indure A second gift our Charls hath blest To cure Rebellion in the breast When we protected Fishermen Innocent we thought ye then Ye practis'd new Apostle-ship And through the world your selves did ship As Missioners from Heaven sent To farm the world at such a Rent Forgiveness for your former crimes Might have been had if begg'd betimes For justice now Amboyna calls Who sins a new by old sins falls Your hop'd Protector of our France Will but your Miseries advance Protectors thrice not in this age Which he may find i' th second page Infatuated men ye are No hope for mercy's in this warr Since some mens lives this war hath cost Will not be pay'd when Holland's lost Like Jews throughout the world you 'l be Slav'd and condemn'd to infamy Into the Sea goe head-long down Those very graves are not your own Ye never had the fishing trade So much your own and so well payd The next season and fair weather Wee 'l catch the fish and you together For Brittish Monarchs will command All ye call'd yours by sea or land O're the whole world Sea-soveraign First conquer'd by our Charlemain A Ballad on a Friends wedding to the Tune of Sir John Sucklings Ballad As an Attendant on Sir John I wait without comparison Great difference is in our pen And something in the Maids and Men I do not write to get a name At best this is but Ballad-fame And Suckling hath shut up that door To all hereafter as before NOw Tom if Suckling were alive And knew who Harry were to wive He 'd shift his scaene I trow From Charing-cross to Clarkenwel And sure as fine a Tale would tell As he did long agoe But since his wit hath left no heir I le sing my song of such a pair The like hath not been seen In all our markets round about Within our City-walls or out God bless the King and Queen The youth I was about to name But 't were too much to lessen fame So known of such a grace Who 'mongst the ladds and lasses too There 's none who makes a greater doo At e'ry game and chase The maid so fair as by report The brightest ladies in the court Were surely much afraid Least she appearing should displace The vogue of any better face 'T is not unlikely said But Cloris and her sheapherd too Are not concern'd what others doo Under an humble Vne Both sitting in one instant say Too long to morrow will the day Be then I shall be thine Poor innocents they knew not why