sits upon my thoughts Sir To be obedient to your Commands is a duty I am proud of Sir The blessings of your Mistriss fall upon you Sir I 'le rathâ—r doubt an Oracle than question what you deliver Sir My want of power to pay those Debts I owe to you and Honor makes me accuse my fortunes Sir I yield my self to your direction manage me at your pleasure Sir Your Accomplishments speaks you the Muses Darling you have suckt the Marrow of the Court. Sir You are amorous as the youthful May. Sir I 'le be just to you as Heaven to Truth Sir I 'le out-wait a Bayliff to attend you Sir You value my weak deserts with too much partiality Sir Necessity hath neither law nor shame for contrary to my nature I am forced to become an humble and an earnest Suitâ—r to you Sir You have over-run the world in Honors Race Sir I am honor'd in this Acknowledgement Sir I shall inform the Lady of your zeal in her Commendation Sir Be pleased to instruct me how I may requite your love Sir You have power to oblige my soul. Sir I must die or live to be ungrateful Sir Let me beg the trouble of a pardon if I have miâ—tted those honors due to your desertâ— Sir Without a Complement I am your Friend and that one word speaks me wholly yours Sir Pray admit this stranget to your knowledge his deserts will requite your trouble Sir Since I must be conquer'd by your courtesies 't is my glory to be your slave Sir Having your favor I am rich without it none so miserable Sir I shall not be more importunate than mannerly Sir This Visit is as welcome as the greatest honor you could do me Sir May your own Vertues be your Guard Sir I congratulate your happy presence Sir May this meeting create a lasting League of Amity betwixt us Sir I should be entirely happy should I finde an occasion to imprint the Characters of your Vertues in my brest by a more firm acquaintance Sir Your Civilities have endear'd you to me you shall rule as a Plant in the Oâ—b of my affections Sir May your love be fortunate that delights may stream into your bosom Sir The pleasures of the morning wait upon you Sir Your Vertue and Eloquence make you immortal upon earth Sir From the first time that I beheld you I have made it my zeal to express my self your most humble servant Sir If you love as you say you do you will have patience True love will last a siege Sir It is the design of my Ambition to be passionately your most faithful servant Sir The pleasure I have in your love and the assurance of my own innocency hath caused me to give this new remembrance of my being wholly yours Sir Rather than loose your company I would compass the utmost bounds of the Terrestrial Globe Sir I am yours and will be so though fate death forbid Sir I am in earnest 't is not my humor to treat my friends with dreams Sir This your Barbarity to your Friend shall not make me forget you nor my own duty for though the strongest love oftentimes degenerates into the greatest hate yet I am resolved to live and die yours Sir Your suit is an impertinent trouble to us both for be assured it is as possible for the Stars to forget their course as for me to love you Sir Nothing shall rob my heart of the fair image of your Vertues but Death it self Sir Your Bounty exceeds the small slock of my Merits that durst not have entertained such an ungrateful thought as to be worthy of those favors you afford me Sir It is by your bounty I am enabled to make a Present accept therefore of this small one that the world may testifie how much I glory to proclaim the first Founders of my estate Sir I have â—ound you so much my faithful friend hitherto that I doubt not but you will appear so hereaâ—ter if need require Sir Fortune is now propitious and hath sent you this grateful acknowledgement for all your favors Sir Your Minde câ—ntains a Spring of Vertue each day affords me a fresh Character of your Friendship Sir Your reality hath gained my affection and I want nothing more than an occasion to testifie my acknowledgements Sir Fortune is now turn'd Strumpet and extorts from me an interest for the sum of favors she formerly did trust me with Sir Fortune I thank her hath now brought me acquâ—inted with Necessity for this is my opportunity of embracing so rich a Treasure as your self Sir Be wise and as the Proverb saith Look before on leap he is happy that can withstand a Temptaâ—ion with a noble Resolution Sir Should I twine my arms to Cable sit up all â—ight like a Watching Candle and diâ—til my Braines through my Eye-lids yet I must love you I then losing you and you me who is the third person shall hinder usâ—punc Sir You seem to be a man of much reading you talk of nothing but of warbling Rhapsodies Sir You understand your Authority over me I dare not deny my endeavors to perform whatsoever you shall please to command Sir Heaven which hears and answers prayers give a blessing to all your vertuous desires Sir The late courtesies you did me are but borrowed and like an honest Tenant I shall provide my Rent against the time of your demand Sir I would advise you to be careful of your Honor but I doubt you were never yet right worshipful Sir Let this suffice I am satisfied your innocency hath cleared my jealousie Sir I am ignorant wherein I am guilty of any thing may prompt you to suspect either my love or duty Sir I cannot be so tedious in the performance of your Commands as you are to employ me Sir Farewel you are grown rude I dare not hear you farther Sir I hate your base desires you and your lust continue till shame work an amendment Sir Sin is a brave Orator you give your lusts the golden titles of pleasure and delight but forget what bitterness attends the end Sir I submit to your Censure either to approve or to condemn you are the Oracle of the Court. Sir Be not daunted Love and Fortune joyn with the Couâ—agious Sir I should sin should I suspect your Vertue whose glory it is to vanquish all deceits Sir Such is my interest in your prosperity that I will never condemn fortune whilâ— she makes you her Darling Sir Pardon me if my presumption hath run beyond the rules of good manners Sir Adieu may pleasures be your attendance whilst I court your return Sir In all your dangers let my bosome be your religious sanctuary Sir Your Bounty hath added so many feathers to my wings that I am in haste to do you service Sir May we from this day date our immortal friendship Sir I cannot stoop too low in my observance to your desires Sir Your fortunes are your own but your fate is mine
loves me Sir Forbear your hasty protestations I do believe your soul 's without a blemish and I glory in my choice Sir Leave your superfluous Language I am none of those Ladies that are enamoured with flattering Acrosticks or to have their names so dis-jointed in an Anagram 't would puzzle ten Magicians to set them together again Sir You have a good smack at Poetry and I grant you too Love and Poesie are divine commonly infused together yet 't is ordinarily tyed to rules of flattery Sir Your Oratory makes me suspect your faith let it suffice I love you Nor shall it be long ere Hymen shall seal the Contract Your very servant Sir Complements towards Ladies Gentlewomen Maids c. MAdam It is a vain illusion if you dream that ever you can gain a reputation by my ruine Madam The grace of eloquence is seated on your lips Madam Your beauty is the conqueress of man who is never to be satisfied with the lustre of your eyes Fair one your feature and your vertues excel all mortal sence Madam When I see you I am in paradice it is then that my eyes carve me out a feast of Love Madam Mortal eyes are never to be satisfied with the wonders of your beauty Madam Your complexion clear as is the skie was never fram'd but to be ador'd Madam Though my person is removed from you my purpose is not for I still retain and will till death the resolutions of being Madam Yours Madam I dare be confident you have too much Vertue to study the Art of dissimulation Madam Be faithful to him that dares look on death to preserve you or indure all the despights of fortune to defend your reputation Madam Your beauty hath so bereav'd me of my fear that I do account it far more possible to die than to forget you Fairest Take this for a certain truth I shall rather choose to abhor my self than to pitch my affectionate resolutions on any object but the excellence of your beauty Madam Your Kindred may be cruel in keeping us asunder but my heart shall never stray from the duty it bears to your Vertues Madam I shall ever sacrifice the best of my endeavours to the favour of your affections Madam It was not through a conceit of my own deserts that I have shot at so fair a mark as your Vertuous and innocent fair self my presumption hath onely this excuse it was directed by Love and I may well stray when my guide is blind Madam You have vanquished me I am an eternal prisoner to your beauty Fairest Your beauty is Loves Copy to read wonâ—ers on Madam Your soul is so divinely bright that what 〈◊〉 otherwise dare not approach to you lest it sees its â—wn deformity Madam You have my prayers at all times though you go hence we cannot be absent from one another â—ince I have placed you in the secret cabinet of my â—eart Oh Madam If the thoughts of your departure make me melancholly the real absence will be a misery worse than death Fair Maid It is cruelty to frown at parting that â—loud bids me expect a storm but oh what bliss I find in this deceit you seem angry by your â—rowns and yet each brow lodges loves deity within it Lady I did not intend to have written to you but my affection hath overswayed my reason be not still cruel lest you make me so desperate that I shall be no longer either my own or yours Madam Since I want merits to equallize your Vertues I will for ever mourn for my imperfections Dear Love My heart will not suffer my tongue to utter that fatal word â—arewel since when I lâ—ave you I shake hands with my most perfect object of Beatitude Madam If you know not how to love I know not how to live unless in torments Madam Be pleased to wear this Diamond which comes with an Ambition to recover a greater lustre by your smiles Madam Make me poor or miserable use your pleasure with me so you enrich me with your love Dear Lady Must I needs part with all my felicities at once Then adieu fair Sun of my soul and suppose â— am with you for we cannot part since our hearts so firmly are united Fair One Adieu Be still more fortunate and leâ— cruel whilst I though the most unhappy resolve to continue constant Madam Unless you give me your self it lies not iâ— your Art or power to requite that affection wherewith I do adore you Madam I never yet offered my affections to any beauty but your own since then you have the preheminence above all others be favourable to him that gives it and with it himself wholly to your disposal Madam give me but the favour to suffer me to discover my affections and then if you shall think fit silence me to perpetuity Madam Remember my respects when you are gone hence It will be some consolation to me though I have not the sight of your fair eyes if I may be assured you have me but sometimes in your thoughts Fair Lady My whole estate is summ'd up in your smiles Madam What crime of mine hath raised your angry frowns Madam To call you fair is an Epethite beneath your beauty Madam Cupid hath fixt himself in your eyes and wounds all that come but near him Blush fair Creature Blush since to be coy is to be cruel and to be cruel is to be otherwise than what you seem a Beauty Fairest It is now high time to cherish my desires let them be no longer prisoners to the shades of silence Dear Madam Your love is the perfection of my desires Fairest Make me so happy as to raise my affections to the honor of being yours Madam Be wise and dote not so much upon your own beauty the man with the bald pate can so alter your physnomy that in a short time it shall fright you more than a Judge doth a Thief Madam 'T is past your Art to shun me I will put a Girdle round about the world but I will finde you Madam You are the Queen of Beauties your vertues give a commanding power to every mortal Fair Lady 'T is your beauty is the divinity which mortals desire to know and to admire Lady Fine Your Tyrant-beauty hath but a short reign you cannot say 't is yours for you cannot dispose of it nor possess it long Madam 'T is true you are handsome but remember Faces are like Books they that study them do best know them and the truth is they are liked onely as they please the Courteous Reader Madam Why will you shun me let me but view my wealth otherwise where is my comfort more than if I should think to feed my eyes with looking on a Cask of Jewels in the dark Dear Lady I am happy in loving you but the most unhappy if you deny your love Dear Madam Compleat my Joys or the Gods themselves will rob me of you Madam I am sick of love be you my
Shall salvage things more freedom have Than Nature unto woman gave The Swan the Turtle and the Sparrow Bill and Kiss then take the Marrow They Bill and Kiss what then they do Come Bill and Kiss and I 'le shew you Song 225. PHillis on the new made hay Phillis on the new made hay In a wanton posture lay Thinking no shepherd nigh her But Amintas came that way And threw himself down by her Hotly he pursu'd the game Hotly he pursuâ—d the game She cry'd pish and fie for shame I vow you shall not do it But the youth soon overcame And eagerly fell to it When alas to vex her more When alas to vex her more He e'r she began gave o're For such was the adventure He made his complement at door And could not stay to enter In great rage she flung away In great rage she flung away He asham'd and breathless lay But though he had displeas'd her He rallyâ—d and renew'd the fray And manfully appeas'd her Song 226. COme Iack let 's drink a Pot of Ale And I shall tell thee such a tale Will make thine ears to ring My Coyn is spent my time is lost And I this onely fruit can boast That once I saw my King But this doth most afflict my minde I went to Court in hope to finde Some of my friends in place And walking there I had a sight Of all the Crew but by this light I hardly knew one face S'life of so many noble Sparks Who on their bodies bear the marks Of their integrity And suffer'd ruine of Estate It was my base unhappy fate That I not one could see Not one upon my life among My old acquaintance all along At Truro and before And I suppose the place can show As few of those whom thou didst know At York or Marston Moor. But truly there are swarms of those Whose chins are beardless yet their Nose And backsides still wear Muffs Whilst the old rusty Cavalier Retires or dares not once appear For want of Coin and Cuffs When none of those I could discry Who better far deserv'd then I I calmly did reflect Old servants they by rule of state Like Almanacks grow out of date What then can I expect Troth in contempt of fortunes frown I 'le get me fairly out of town And in a Cloyster pray That since the Stars are yet unkinde To Royalists the King may finde More faithâ—ul friends than thay Song 227. I Marvel Dick that having been So long abroad and having seen The world as thou hast done Thou shouldst acquaint me with a tale As old as Nectar and as stale As that of Priest and Nun. Are we to learn what is a Court A Pageant made for fortunes sport Where merits scarce appear For bashful merits only dwels In Camps in Villages and Cells Alas it comes not there Desert is nice in its address And merit oft times doth oppose Beyond what guilt would do But they are sure of their demands That come to Court with Golden hands And brazen faces too The King indeed doth still profess To give his party soon redress And cherish honesty But his good wishes prove in vain Whose service with the servants gain Not always doth agree Ah Princes be they ne'r so wise Are fain to see with others eyes But seldom hear at all And Courtiers finde their interest In time to feather well their Nest Providing for their fall Our comfort doth on him depend Things when they are at worst will mend And let us but reflect On our condition 'tother day When none but Tyrants bore the sway What did we then expect Mean while a calm retreat is best But discontent if not supprest May breed Disloyalty This is the constant Note I 'le sing I have been faithful to my King And so shall live and die Song 228. 'T Was then we had a thriving Trade When Lackies brought our work unto us The Ladie with her Am'rous blade Then did Complement and woo us But now the world 's turn'd upside down The Righteous too are monstrous wicked The Vest the Tunick and the Gown Hang all upon the feeble Ticket And when a Dun is sent like Lords They swear and swagger at their Taylor But nor their Swords Nor Damme words Shall Hector Constable or Goaler Song 229. PHillis I pray Why did you say That I did not adore you I durst not sue As other's do Nor talk of love before you Should I make known My flame you 'd frown No tears could e're appease you 'T is better I Should silent die Than talking to displease you Song 230. COme Chloris hie we to the Bower To sport us e're the day be done Such is thy power That every slower Will ope to thee as to the Sun And if a slower but chance to die With my sighs blast or mine eyes rain Thou canst revive it with thine eye And with thy breath make sweet again The wanton Suckling and the Vine Will strive for th' honour who first may With their green Arms incircle thine To keep the burning Sun away Song 131. THough I am young and cannot tell Either what Love or Death is well And then again I have been told Love wounds with heat and Death with cold Yet I have hear'd they doth bear Darts And both do aim at humane hearts So that I fear they do but bring Extreams to touch and mean one thing Song 132. UPon the Change where Merchants meet 'Twixt Cornhil and Threadneedle-street Where Wits of ev'ry size are hurl'd To treat of all things in the world I saw a folded Paper fall And upon it these words were writ Have at all Thought I if have at all it be For ought I know 't is have at me And if the consequence be true It may as well be have at you Then listen pray to what I shall In briâ—f declare what 's written there Have at all I am a Courtier who in sport Do come from the Vtopian Court To whisper softly in your ear How high we are and what we were To tell you all would be too much But here and there a little touch Have at all I was not many years ago In tatter'd trim from top to toe But now my ruin'd robes are burn'd My rags are all to Ribons turn'd My patches into Pieces fall I cogg a Dy swagger and lie Have at all Upon my Pantalonian Pate I wear a Milleners estate But when he duns me at the Court I shew him a Protection for 't Whilst he doth to protesting fall And then I cry Dam-me you lie Have at all Since Venus shav'd off all my hair A powder'd Perriwig I wear Which brings me in the Golden Girls Whâ—ch I procure for Lords and Earls When Love doth for a Cooler call My fancy drives at maids and wives Have at all My Lodgings never are in quiet Another duns me for my Diet I had of him in fifty three Which I forget so doth not he I call him sawcy fellow
whispers of Calumniators though these suggestions are buzzed into your ears yet consider whether there be any ground for such like Jealousies or the ends of those that raise them onely to poison my Reputation and my Happiness let my honest and real Assertions be weighed in the ballance of your serene Judgement that I may be admitted into your favour or else know my doom and die quickly that Fame may do me so much honor and justice as to Record me Divine Lady Your abused Martyr 56. A Gentleman of good Birth but small Fortune to a worthy Lady after she had given a dâ—â—ial Worthily Honored Lady HAd I not apprehended some small spark of encouragement as it seemed to issue from your gracious acceptance of my affections I had certainly â—orborn to have put you to this second trouble or my self to a fresh presumption as knowing such Divine Stars of Beauty are to be beheld with more than an ordinary Veneration Excellent Lady I humbly beg of you nor to reflect upon my Confidence nor startle me with my inequality of Birth lest the sense of losing you send me to Hell with terror My presumption hath this Apology it is more ease to reach to the lofty Bough than to stoop to the humble straw and when a man attempts things Noble though he fail in his designs it is a glory to undertake them And though Madam you are truly great as well as good yet Histories will tell you there have been Queens and Persons of highest Honor have cast their smiles on such whose accomplisâ—ments might claim respect For my own part I may and dare say it without ostentation my Birth is not base nor mean and my affection nobly loyal Oh let not my fears suggest to me that some other by an intrusion will deprive me of my Souls Treasure your love a Happiness that I would purchase with any thing more dear than liberty or life Oh be not then so severe as to say Honor forbids you to affect me though you could like my person there is death in every accent of such a sound But if you do resolve for a servant more meritorious than my self you will ease my torments by giving me to understand so much since I intend not to trouble you with any more lines but resolutely to fall Celestial Lady A Sacrifice to Love and you 57. A Lover to his Mistriss who had lately entertained another Servant to her bosom and her bed Madam I Am now arrived to that pitch of Learning as to understand the Vanity of your Seâ— you have incomparably well proved that though men can put a bridle into the nostrils of wilde Beasts out-do the Craft of Serpents and dive into the most hidden secrets of Nature yet the industrious thing called Woman can out-do him and confound his noble understanding From henceforth therefore I will shun your Sex as the infectious poison of a Pestilence Now could I curse my Credulity my self and all Women for your sake was I not fore-warned by the example of a wicked Helen that occasioned the desolation of famous Troy by that of Eryphile Cleopatra Messelia Panthea Rhodopis and many others but why should I trouble my brain to sum up Examples when each woman is a Plague her self to all but those Adulterous Lechers that bear Hot-houses in their bodies and Stoves in their boyling blouds I perceive my love was not sufficiently immodest for you I have been too cold in my Amours therefore it is you slight me and entertain some Monster of a more able back whom not unlikely your roving wanton eyes have discovered from your window to bear some heavy weight and not shrink his well-made Joynts under his ponderous load may you enjoy him but may you receive the rewards due to your Adultery and Perjury for be assured Heaven hath continual supplies of Vengeance for such abominable offenders And that it will be just to you and your deserts is not onely the desire but the belief of Your most abused Friend The Answer 58. The Lady to her Lover in defence of her own Innocency Vnkinde Sir I Do not a little wonder at the frenzie of your crackt brain since you dare thus confidently to call my love and modesty in question and onely for the civil Entertainment which in honor I was obliged to afford a Friend whence come all those dreadful and satyrical Expressions that you imagine are now too good for one that but lately you pretended to love entirely and spared not Vows and Imprecations to create a credulity in me Certainly the Furies were your Dictators when you wrote I will grant you that a Lover may be allowed to be a little jealous it is but the overflowings of his affection but I hold it not sit he would be mad ranging mad as I fear you are Sir believe me your intelligence is false and innocency can with safety stand all the Assaults of a slanderous Tongue Pâ—ay recollect your thoughts and punish my Accuser that my worth may not lie longer under the burthen of a Calumny Be less suspicious and assure your self I shall be ever loyal though now I write in passion so far I dare engage since I already finde it is my chief content and happiness to be thought worthy of being Sir Yours though hugely wronged 59. A Lady to him whom she affects Sir I Should have been happy if Heaven had given me merits to deserve your affections since I hold it no great difficulty to afford you mine But that we may discourse with a little freedom I will borrow so much time from my other Affairs as to meet you at c. onely I shall give you this Caution that as I am a Virgin you will shew your self so far a Gentleman as not to offer any thing that may savour of incivility pardon me that I lay such an Injunction on you it is not that I question you are otherwise Noble but onely what is commonly expected from a Maiden that hath a respect to her own modesty and credit and may therefore very well become Sir Your Friend and Servant The Answer 60. A Lover to his Amorous Lady Dear Madam I Do so well understand my respects to you that pardon my boldness if I say your care was somewhat needless Lady it is you that I adore and can you then imagine I would injure you you that I would gladly make my own and be proud of such a Purchase Again my Birth is not so base as to tyrannize over Ladies especially you the best of Ladies when the Skie puts on her bespangled Garments thâ— glittering Stars I will expect you with all the reverence and submission due to your noble Merits from Divine Lady Yours if you think me worthy 61. The Affected Lover to his Mistriss Glorious Lady WE read and understand by the industrious help of History how stones have danced after Amphion to the Theban Walls that the Mountainous Ossa and the lofty Paâ—chaya likewise danced to the
those the Crow'd keâ—p out Are talking on her As she walks through the Meads With other Lasses All Flowers bend their heads Still as she passes Striving to offer them Selves to be gather'd That she might Garlands wear E're they were wither'd As she at Ball in the Cool ev'ning play'd For little Victories And Wagers layd As the Ball so their hearts When they came nigh her Leapt for joy equally As they stood by her Ask the Rose why so red She said she kist it The Lilly why so pale 'Cause her lips mist it The blushing Cherry said 'T would be her debtâ—r 'Cause one soft touch of hers Did ripen't better Song 3. BReak break distracted heart there is no Cure For this thy Souls most desperate Calenture Sighs which in others passion vent And give them ease when they lament Are but the billows to my hot desire And tears in me me not quench but nourish fire Nothing can mollifie my grief Or give me passion or relief Love's flames when smother'd always do devour And when oppos'd have the same fatal power Then welcome Death let thy blest hands apply A Medicine to my grief I 'le die I 'le die Song 4. WElcome blest hand whose white out-vies The Lillies or the Milky way Nor can the spacious azure Skies Cloath'd in the glories of the Day Reveal so great a brightness as that hand Compar'd to which the Snow it self is tann'd Welcome blest hand whose ev'ry touch Is able to recal a Soul Fled hence whose sov'raign Pow'r is such That it no mortal can controul My brest with as much joy that touch receives As condemn'd Pris'ners do their wisht Reprieves But prithee Celia what design Led thy fair hands unto my breâ—t Was it a love to thine own shrine Or pity to a thing opprest For thou mightst feel 't swoln with those griefs which love At first begets and cruelties improve Thou couldst not think to finde my heart Within its wonted place of rest That 's turn'd recluse and set apart To the fair Cloyster of thy Brest There 't is confin'd but to a liberty To be imprison'd there is to be free Therefore if thou my pulse wouldst feel Or would my constitution know Touch thine own cruel breast of Steel And that will tell thee how I do For in that happy Treasury doth lie The sacred power to bid me live or die Song 5. LEt Votaries rearing up Altar and Shrine Court streight-lac'd Religion till they be weary I nought will offer but full Cups of wine As a sacrifice to th' fat god of Canary What pretenders call holy Is dull Melancholly 'T is onely rich Wine Has the Power Divine When they sigh and sob to make us all merry Let crack-brain'd Students with Volumes devour And let the starch'd Puritan minde Revelations While themselves do pine and their faces look sowre And Quacks kill themselvs with inventing Purgations Come give us more Sack While our brains do crack We 'l steep our dry souls In liberal Bowls And cherish our hearts with diviner Potations Let Adventurers sail till they plough up the Main Of stones they call precious let 'em bring home a Mine The light of our Noses their Rubies shall stain And our Carbuncled Faces their Diamonds out-shine With peril and pain Those trifles they gain They wander and rome Whilest we sit at home And think w'have the Indies if we have but good wine Yet sure the Leviathan happy would be Who 's made to tipple and frolick i' th deep If Bacchus not Neptunâ— were god of the Sea And the Ocean Sack his senses to steep Nor would any man fear To be ship wracked there Since if he were drown'd By th' Jury 't would be found That he was but dead drunk and so fell asleep Song 6. BEyond the malice of abusive Fate I now am grown And in that state My heart shall mourn The loss it has receiv'd When of its onely joy it was bereav'd The Woods with Ecchoes do abound And each of them return the sound Of my Amintor's name Alas he 's dead And with him all my joys are fled Willow willow willow must I wear For sweet Amintor's dead who was my dear Song 7. WHen Phillis watch'd her harmless sheep Not one poor Lamb was made a prey Yet she had cause enough to weep Her silly heart did go astray Then flying to the Neighboring Grove She left the tender Flock to rove And to the windes did breathe her love She sought in vain To ease her pain The heedless windes did fan her fire Venting her grief Gave no relief But rather did encrease desire Then sitting with her arms across Her sorrows streaming from each eye She fix'd her thoughts upon her loss And in despair resolv'd to die Mock Song 8. ON yonder Hill a Beacon stands My Gloves will hardly fit your hands I think 't will freeze to night Tobacco is an Indian weed Ieffory can neither write nor read I 'm sure some Dogs will bite Pease-porridge is a Lenten dish Pudding is neither flesh nor fish Some Cheese will choak a Daw The Mayor of Quinborogh's but a Clown The Lawyer wears a dagled Gown Wat Tylâ—r and Iack Straw The Sun sets alway in the West Is not the Popes Religion bâ—st Yes when the Devil 's bind Room for my Lord Mayor and his horse The Spaniard took Breda by force With butter'd fish he din'd Hark how my Hostess puffs and blows Maids ha' any Corns on your feet or toes Let 's play a Game at Bowls The Courtier leads a merry life The Parson loves a handsom wife Duke Humphrey din'd in Powls Song 9. WHen cold Winters withered brow Wax'd sad and pale with sorrow Had overcome the darksom night And coming was the morrow I heard a Lad with Buglet clear A Jubet and a Hollow Cry Come away 'T is almost day Forsake your Beds and follow Then with a Troop well arm'd for spoâ—â— Upon their Coursers mounted Such as Venus Joys withstood When she the wilde Boar hunted We on the Downs With a Pack of Hounds Whom Nature had befriended Pursu'd poor Wat New rais'd from squat Her first sleep scarcely ended Then over Hills and over Dales And over craggy Mountains Through the Woods and shadowed â—roâ—â—s Enrich'd with Christal Fountains The little Brooks with murmurs sweet And pretty Birds with wonders Sing careless Notes Through their well tun'd throats And fill the Air with thunders Ecchoes shrill From the Vaults of the Hill The Selvages and Satyrs Elves and Fairies do awake And Sea-Nymphs from the waters They listen to our larger strain Attentively delighted Courting the day For a longer stay That we might not be benighted Song 10. TEll me gentle Sâ—rephon why You from my embraces fly Do's my love thy love destroy Tell me I will yet be coy Stay O stay and I will feign Though I break my heart disdain But lest I too unkinde appear For ev'ry frown I 'le shed a â—ear And if in vain I court thy love Let
mine at least thy pity move Ah! while I scorn vouchsafe to wooe Methinks you may dissemble too Ah! Phillis that you would contrive A way to keep my love alive But all your other chdrms must fail When kindness ceases to prevail Alas No more than you I grieve My dying flame hath no reprieve For I can never hope to â—inde Shou'd all the Nymphs I court be kinde One Beauty able to renew Those pleasures I enjoy'd by you When Love and Youth did both conspire To fill our breasts and veins with fire Song 11. AMarillis told her Swam Amarillis told her Swain That in love he should be plain And not think to deceive her Still be protesting on his truth That he would never leave her If thou dost keep thy vow quoth she If thou dost keep thy vow quoth she And that thou ne'r dost leave me There 's ne'r a Swain in all this plain That ever shall come near thee For Garlands and embroyder'd Scrips For I do love thee dearly But Colin if thou change thy love But Colin if thou change thy love A Tygress then I 'le to thee prove If e're thou dost come near me Amarillis fear not that For I do love thee dearly Song 12. WHen Celadon gave up his heart A Tribute to Astrâ—a's eyes She smil'd to see so fair a prize Which Beauty had obtained more than Art But Jealousie did seemingly destroy Her chiefest comfort and her chiefest joy Base Jealousie that still dost move In opposition to all bliss And teachest those that do amiss Who think by thee they tokens give of love But if a Lover ever will gain me Let him love much but fly all jealousie Song 13. SWeetest Bud of Beauty may No untimely Frost decay Th' early Glories which we trace Blooming in thy matchless Face But kindely opening like the Rose Fresh Beauties every day disclose Such as by Nature are not shown In all the blossoms he has blown And then what Conquest shall you make Who hearts already daily take Scorcht in the morning with thy beams How shall we bear those sad extreams Which must attend thy threatning eyes When thou shalt to thy noon arise Song 14. 'T Is not i th' pow'r of all thy scorn Or unrelenting hate To quench my flames or make them burn With heat more temperate Still do I struggle with despair And ever court disdain And though you ne'r prove less severe I 'le dote upon my pain Yet meaner Beauties cannot dain In Love this tyranny They must pretend an equal flame Or else our passions die You fair Clarinda you alone Are priz'd at such a rate To have a Votary of one Whom you do Reprobate Song 15. CAll for the Master O! this is sine For you that have Londons brave Liquors of wine For us the Cocks of the Hectors Wine wherein Flies were drown'd the last Summer Hang 't let it pass here 's a Glass in a Rummer Hang 't let it c. Bold Hectors we are of London New Troy Fill us more wine Hark here Sirrah Boy Speak in the Dolphin speak in the Swan Drawer Anon Sir Anon. Ralph George speak in the Star The Reckoning 's unpaid we 'l pay at the Bar The Reckoning 's unpaid c. A Quart of Clarret in the Mytre score The Hectors are Ranting Tom shut the door A Skirmish begins beware Pates and Shins The Piss-pots are down the Candles are out The Glasses are broke and the Pots flie about Ralph Ralph speak in the Checquer By and by Robin is wounded and the Hectors do â—â—ie Call for the Constable let in the Watch The Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match The Hectors c. At Midnight you bring your Justice among us But all the day long you do us the wrong When for Verrinus you bring us Mundungus Your Reckonings are large your Bottles are small Still changing our Wine as fast as we call Your Canary has Lime in 't your Clarret has Stum Tell the Constable this and then let him come Tell the Constable c. Song 16. YOur merry Poets old Boyâ— Of Aganippes Well Full many Tales have told Boys Whose Liquor doth excel And how that place was haunted By those that lov'd good Wine Who tippl'd there and chaunted Among the Muses Nine Where still they cry'd Drink clear boys And you shall quickly know it That 't is not lousie Beer boys But Wine that makes a Poet. Song 17. THe thirâ—ty Earth drinks up the Rain And drinks and gapes for drink again The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair The Sea it self which one would think Should have but little need to drink Drinks ten thousand Rivers up â—o fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. â—he busie Sun and one would guess â—y's drunken fiery face no less Drinks up the Sea and when that 's done â—he Moon and Stars drink up the Sun â—hey drink and dance by their own light â—hey drink and Revel all the night Nothing in Nature's sober found But an Eternal Health goes round Fill up the Bowl and fill it high Fill all the Glasses here for why Should every creature drink but I Why man of morals tell me why Song 18. FIne young folly though wear That fair Beauty I do swear Yet you ne'r could reach my heart For we Courtiers learn at School Onely with your Sex to fool Y' are not worth our serious part Song 19. BE thou that art my better part A Seal impress'd upon my heart May I thy fingers Signet prove For Death is not more strong than Love The Grave 's not so insatiate As Jealousies enflame debate Should falling clouds with floods conspire Their waters would not quench Loves fire Nor in all Natures Treasury The freedom of affection buy Song 20. TO friend and to foe To all that I know That to Marriage Estate do prepare Remember your days In several ways Are troubled with sorrow and care For he that doth look In the married mans book And read but his Items all over Shall finde them to come At length to a Sum Shall empty Purse Pocket and Coffer In the pastimes of love When their labors do prove And the Fruit beginneth to kick For this and for that And I know not for what The woman must have or be fick There 's Item set down For a Loose-bodied Gown In her longing you must not deceive her For a Bodkin a Ring Or the other fine thing For a Whisk a Scarf or a Beaver Deliver'd and well Who i st cannot tell Thus while the Childe lies at the Nipple There 's Item for wine And Gossips so fine And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple There 's Item I hope For Water and Sope There 's Item for Fire and Candle For better for worse There 's Item for Nurse â—he Babe to dress and to dandle When swadled in lap There 's Item for Pap â—nd Item for Pot Pan and Ladle A Corral with Bells Which custom compells â—nd Item ten
time and noddâ—ng lay And listned bending all one way The Aspen-tree As fast as he Began to shake and learn to play If wood could speak a tree might hear If wood could sound true grief so near A tree might drop an Amber tear If wood so well Could ring a Knell The Cypress might condole the Beer The standing Nobles of the Grove Hearing dead wood to speak and move The fatal Ax began to love They envy'd Death Which gave such breath As men alive do Saints above Song 190. CHloris forbear a while Do not o're joy me Urge not another smile Lest it destroy me That Beauty passeth most And is best taking VVhich is soon won soon lost Kinde yet forsaking I love a coming Lady faith I do But now and then I 'd have her scornful too O're-cloud those eyes of thine Boo-peep thy features Warm with an April slune Scorch not thy creatures Still to display thy ware Still to be fooling Argues how rude you are In Cupids Schooling Disdain begets a smile scorn draws us nigh 'T is cause I would and cannot makes me try Chloris I 'd have thee wise VVhen Gallants view thee Courting do thou despise Fly those pursue thee Fast moves an appetite Makes hunger greater VVho 's stinted of dâ—light Falls to 't the better Be coy and kinde by times be smooth and rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough Song 191. YOu say you love me nay can swear it too But stay Sir 't will not do I know you keep your Oaths Just as you wear your Cloaths VVhile new and fresh in fashion But once grown old you lay them by Forgot like words you speak in passion I 'le not believe you I. Song 192. YE Fiends and Furies come along Each bring a Crow and massie Prong Come bring your Sheckles and draw near To stir up an old Sea-coal cak't That in the hallow hell hath bak't Many a thousand thousand year In sulphurous Broth Tyrius hath boil'd Basted with Brimstone Tarquiâ— hath broil'd Long long enough then make room Like smoaky Flitches hang 'um by Upon their sooty Walls to dry A greater Ravisher will come If you want fire fetch it from Aetna pure Yet stay a while and do not stir For if his glowing eyes should chance On Proserpine to shoot a glance He is so hot he 'd ravish her Song 193. GO happy heart for thou shalt lie Intomb'd in her for whom I die Example of her cruelty Tell her if she chance to chide Me for slowness in her pride That it was for her I dy'd If a tear escape her eye 'T is not for my Memory But thy Rights of Obsequy The Altar was my loving breast My heart the sacrificed beast And I was my self the Priest Your body was the sacred shrine Your cruel minde the Power Divine Pleas'd with hearts of men nor Kine Song 194. AH Chloris that I now could â—it As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty cou'd beget No pleasure nor no pain When I the Dawn us'd to admire And prais'd the coming Day I little thought the growing fire Would take my rest away Your charms in harmless childhood lay Like mettals in the Mine Age from no Face took more away Than youth conceal'd in thine But as your Charms insensibly To their perfection prest Fond Love as unperceiv'd did flie And in my bosom rest My passion with your Beauty grew And Cupid at my heart Stil as his Mother favor'd you Threw a new flaming Dart. Each glory'd in their wanton part To make a Lover he Employ'd the utmost of his art To make a Beauty she Though now I slowly bend to love Uncertain of my fate If your fair self my chains approve I shall my freedom hate Lovers like dying men may well At first disorder'd be Since none alive can truly tell What fortune they must see Song 195. ALl joy unto that happy pair Which this day united are Though all the world suffer'd decrease Yet may their love never grow less But still recruâ—ted every day With fresh delights may it encrease And may it lasting be As vast Eternity May never fatal accident have force To interrupt the pleasing course Of their united passions till they grow So far above all here below They may themselves so happily deceive As to believe That though they 're here Yet they in Heav'n do fill a sphear Song 195. Dialogue Pastoral Strephon and Phillis Phil. STrephon what envious cloud hath made All o're thy face this sullen shade Strephon. It is the Index of my grief Phil. But say admits it no relief Thy now neglected flock doth stray The Wolf securely takes his prey And thy discarded Pipes lies by Whilst thou under some Bench do's lie Or Mirtle in the shady Grove And sigh'st and pin'st like one in love Str. Ah Phillis thou hast touch'd me now I can't my passion disavow At that word Love my heart do's rise And with it strangely sympathize Ph. But who did thus your heart surprize Str. It was the shepherdess whose eyes Are brighter far than any ray The Sun disclosed on May-day Ph. Who was it Strephon tell me true Str. Ah Dearest Phillis it was you Ph. Strive not false shepherd to deceive A Nymph too easie to believe A passion which she likes so well Such falshood would deserve a Hell Str. May th' Gods for whom fat Lambs I feed That on their smoaking Altars bleed All my devoutest prayâ—rs despise And all my humble sacrifice Or what 's greater Curse may I Find nought from thee but cruelty If I do love my Phillis less Than my own greatest happiness If truth doth not with swains reside Where is she in the world beside Phil. I can't distrust so lov'd a truth Deliver'd by so sweet a youth Chorus of two Le ts joyn our hands and hearts weâ—l'out-vie The Gods themselves with our felicity Chorus of four Let those that in deceitful Courts do dwell Delay their joys and tedious suits pursue Voices Our honest words their courtship far excel 'Mongst unambitious shepherds love is true Song 196. HAste sluggish morn why dost thou stay This is Venus Holiday Can nothing bribe thee can no charms Force thee from thy Tython's Arms Oh yonder comes the expected guest Sol from his Chambers of the East And do's me thinks dance as on Easter day Th' intelligences on the sphears do play The winged Songsters of the Groves Do celebrate the union of these loves The Heavens do smile the Earth and all conspire To make the joys of thy blest time entire Come forth fair Bride what wouldst thou be Wedded to Virginity Haste to the Temple do not stay Kill not him with thy delay Whose expectations calls each hour a day Lo now breaks forth the beauteous dame Like Lightnings sudden flame Her high inâ—â—nuating power 's such It melts the soul but not the body touch The Bridegroom all do envy each should be The principal in this solemnity But now to Church they walk And
a neat Lady that is frisk and fair VVho never knew what belong'd to good House-keeping or care But buys several Fans to play with the wanton Air And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other mens hair Like a young c. VVith a new Hall built where the old one stood VVherein is burned neither Coal nor VVood And a new Shuffle-board Table smooth and red as blood Hung round with Pictures which doth the poor little good Like a young c. VVith a new Study stuff'd full of Pamphlets and Plays VVith a new Chaplain that swears faster than he prays VVith a new Buttery Hatch that opens once in four or five days VVith a new French Cook to make Kickshaws and Toys Like a young c. VVith a new fashion when Christmas was come VVith a new Journey up to London we must be gone And leave no body at home but our new Porter Iohn VVho relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone Like a young c. VVith a Gentleman-Usher whose Carriage is compleat VVith a Foot-man a Coachman a Page to carry meat VVith a Waiting-Gentlewoman whose Dressing is very neat VVho when the Master has dyn'd le ts the Servants not eat Like a young c. VVith a new Honor bought with his Fathers old gold That many of his Fathers old Manors hath sold And this is the occasion that most men do hold That good House-keeping is now adays grown so cold Like a young Courtier of the Kings Oh the Kings young Courtier Song 214. WIth a new Beard but lately trim'd With a new Love-lock neatly kemb'd With a new Favour snatcht or nimb'd With a new Doublet French like limb'd With a new Gate as if he swim'd And a new souldier of the Kings Oh the Kings new souldier With a new Feather in his Cap With new white Boots without a strap And newly paid for by great hap With a new Quean upon his lap And a new Brat that ne'r eat pap And a new c. With a new Hat without a Band With a new Office without Land With all his fingers on his hand With a new face at Plymouth tan'd And a new horse already pawn'd And a new c. With a new Cassock lin'd with Cotten With Cardecues to call his Pot in With a new Gun that ne'r was shot in Under a new Captain very hot in A new Command and hardly gotten And a new c. With a new Head-piece shot ne'r hit With a new Head of greenish wit With new Shirts without louse or nit With a new Band not torn as yet With a new Spear and very fit For a new c. With a new Jacket made of Buff With new Sleeves of Spanish stuff With a new Belt of Leather enough With new Tobacco-pipes to puff And a new Brawl to take in snuff Like a new c. He 's newly come to sixteen years And gone abroad with his Mothers tears With his Monmouth Cap about his ears VVith new Bravadoes void of fears And a new Oath by which he swears To be a new c. VVith a new Nose that ne'r met foe With a new Sword that ne'r struck blow With a new red Breech to make a show VVith a new Copper Lace or two And new Points on his wings also To a new Countrey he will go To drink old Sack and do no moe Like a new souldier of the Kings Oh the Kings new souldier Catch Or Song 215. THe Hunt is up the Hunt is up And now it is almost day And he that 's a bed with another mans wife It 's time to get him away Mock-Song 216. OH Love whose power and might No creature e're withstood Thou forcest me to write Come turn about Robin Hood Sole Mistriss of my heart Let me thus far presume To crave in this request A black patch for the Rhume Grant pity or I die Love so my heart bewitches VVith grief I howl and cry Oh how my Elbow itches Tears overflow my sight With floods of dayly weeping That in the silent night I cannot rest for sleeping What i st I would not do To purchase one sweet smile Bid me to China go 'Faith I 'le sit still the while Oh women you will never But think men still will flatter I vow I love you ever But yet it is no matter Cupid is blinde they say But yet methinks he seeth He struck my heart to day A Turd in Cupid's Teeth Her Tresses that were wrought Much like the golden snare My loving heart hath caught As Moss did catch his Mare But since that all relief And comforts do forsake me I 'le kill my self with grief Nay then the devil take me And since her greatful merits My loving look must lack I 'le stop my vital spirits With Claret and with Sack Mark well my woful hap Iove rector of the Thunder Send down thy Thunder-clap And rend her Smock in sunder Mock-Song in Answer YOur Letter I receiv'd Bedeckt with flourishing quarters Because you are deceiv'd Go hang you in your Garters My beauty which is none Yet such as you protest Doth make you sigh and groan Fie fie you do but jest I cannot chuse but pitty Your restless mournful tears Because your plaints are witty You may go shake your â—ars To purchase your delight No labor you shall leese Your pains I will requite Maid give him some bread and cheese 'T is you I fain would see 'T is you I daily think on My looks as kinde shall be As the Devils over Lincoln If ever I do tame Great Iove of Lightnings flashes I 'le send my fiery flame And burn thee into ashes I can by no means miss thee But needs must have thee one day I prithee come and kiss me Whereon I sate on Sunday Song 217. IF she be fair I fear the rest If she be sweet I 'le hope the best If she be fair they say she 'l do If she be foul she 'l do so too If she be fair she 'l breed suspect If she be foul she 'l breed neglect If she be born o' th' better sort Then she doth savor of the Court If she be of the City born She 'l give the City Arms the Horn If she be born of Parents base I scorn her Vertues for her place If she be fair and witty too I fear the harm hâ—r wit may do If she be fair and wanteth wit I love no beauty without it In brief be what she will I 'm one That can love all but will wed none Song 21â— THere 's none but the glad man Compar'd to the mad man Whose heart is still empty of care His fits and his fancies Are above all mischances And mirth is his ordinary fair Then be thou mad and he made mad all let us be There 's no men leads lives more merry than we Song 219. GAze not on thy Beauties pride Tender Maid in the false tide That from Lovers eyes do slide Let thy faithful Christal
show How thy colours come and go Beauty takes a foil from wo. Love that in those smooth streams lies Under Pity 's fair disguise Will thy melting heart surprize Nets of Passions finest thread Snaring Poems will be spread All to catch thy Maiden-head Then beware for those that cure Loves disease themselves endure For reward a Calenture Rather let the Lover pine Than his pale cheek should assign A perpetual blush to thine Song 220. A Beggar got a Bayliff A Bayliff got a Yeoman A Yeoman got a Prentice A Prentice got a Free-man A Free-man got a Master And he begot a Tease And soon became a Gentleman Then a Justice of Peace This Justice got a Daughter And she is come to light She stept into the Court And there she got a Knight A Knight got a Lord A Lord an Earl begot An Earl got a Duke This Duke he was a Scot This Duke a Prince begot A Prince of Royal hope He begot an Emperor The Emperor a Pope The Pope got a Bastard He was a Noble Spark He lay with a Nun And so begot a Clark A Clark got a Sexton A Sexton got a Vicar A Vicar got a Parson And all of them got liquor Till they were all made Prebends And so they got a Dean A Dean got a Bishop A Bishop got a Quean Song 221. I 'Le Sing you a Sonnet that ne'r was in Print 'T is truly and newly come out of the Mint I 'le tell you before-hand youâ—l find nothing in 't On nothing I think and on nothing I write 'T is nothing I court yet nothing I slight Nor care I a pin if I get nothing by 't Fire Air Earth and Water Bâ—asts Birds Fish and Men Did start out of nothing a Chaos a Den And all things shall turn into nothing agâ—n 'T is nothing sometimes makes many things hit As when fools among wise men do silently sit A fool that says nothing may pass for a wit What one man loves is another mans loathing This blade loves a quick thing that loves a slow thing And both do in the conclusi'on love nothing Your Lad that makes love to a delâ—catâ— smooth thing And thinking with sighs to gain her and soothing Frequently makes much ado about nothing At last when his Pat'ence and Purse is decay'd He may to the bed of a Whore be betray'd But she that hath nothing must need be a maid Your flashing and clashing and slashing of wit Doth start out of nothing but fancy and fit 'T is little or nothing to what hath been writ When first by the â—ars we together did fall Then something got nothing and nothing got all From nothing it came and to nothing it shall That party that seal'd to a Cov'nant in haste Who made our 3 Kingdoms and Churches lie waste Their project and all came to nothing at last They raised an Army of Horse and of Foot To tumble down Monarchy Branches and Root They thunder'd and plunder'd but nothing would do 't The Organ the Altar and Ministers cloathing In Presbyter Iack begot such a loathing That he must needs raise a petty New nothing And when he had reb'd us in sanct'fi'd cloathing Perjur'd the people by faithing and trothing At last he was catch't and all came to nothing In several Factâ—ons we quarrel and brawl Dispute and contend and to fighting we fall I 'le lay all to nothing that nothing wins all When War and Rebellion and Plundering grows The Mendicant man is the freest from foes For he is most happy hath nothing to lose Brave Caesar and Pompey and Great Al'xander Whom Armies follow'd as Goose follows Gander Nothing can say t' an action of slander The wisest great Prince were he never so stout Though conquer the world and give mankind a Rout Did bring nothing in nor shall bear nothing out Old Noll that arose 〈◊〉 High-thing 〈◊〉 Low-thing By brewing Rebellion Nicking and Frothing In sev'n years distance was All-things and nothing Dick Olivers Heir that pitiful slow-thing Who once was invested with Purple-clothing Stands for a Cypher and that stands for nothing If King-killers bold are excluded from bliss Old Bradshaw that feels the reward on 't by this Had better been nothing than what now he is Blind Collonel Hewson that lately did crawl To lofty degree from a low Coblers stall Did bring Aul to nothing when Aul came to all Your Gallant that Rants it in Dell'cate clothing Though lately he was but a pit'ful low-thing Pays Landlord Draper and Taylor with nothing The nimble-tongu'd Lawyer that pleads for his pay When death doth Arrest him and bear him away At the Gen'ral Bar will have nothing to say Whores that in silk were by Gallants embrac't By a rabble of Prentices lately were chac't Thus Courting and sporting comes to nothing at last If any man tax me with weakness of wit And say that on nothing I nothing have writ I shall answer Ex nihilo nihil fit Yet let his discret'on be never so tall This very word nothing shall give it a fall For writing of nothing I comprehend all Let every man give the Poet his due 'Cause then it was with him as now it s with you He study'd it when he had nothing to do This very word nothing if took the right way May prove advantag'ous for what would you say If the Vintner should cry there 's nothing to pay Song 222. BY Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she Why â—â—â—uld she asham'd or angry be That she 's belov'd by me The Gods may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldom any more If none but happy men must them adore The lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humbler Furzes of the plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her love Equal to her alas there 's none She like a Deity is grown That must create or else must be alone If there be man who thinks himself so high As to pretend equality He deserves her less than I. For he would cheat for his relief And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving beggar than a thief Song 223. WHen I drein my Goblets deep All my cares are rockt asleep Rich as Craesus Lord o' th' earth Chanting Odes of wit and mirth And with Ivy Garlands crown'd I can kick the Globe round round Let others fight while I drink Boy my Goblet fill to th' brink Come fill it high fill it high That I may but drink and die For when I lay down my head 'T is better to be drunk 'T is better to be drunk Dead drunk than dead Song 224. Be not thou so foolish nice As to be invited twice VVhat should women more incite Than their own sweet appetite
THE NEW ACADEMY OF COMPLEMENT THE NEW Academy OF COMPLEMENTS ERECTED For Ladies Gentlewomen Courtiers Gentlemen Scholars Souldiers Citizens Country-men and all persons of what degree soever of both Sexes Stored with Variety of Courtly and Civil Complements Eloquent Letters of Love and Friendship WITH An Exact COLLECTION Of the Newest and Choicest SONGS à la Mode Both Amorous and Jovial COMPILED By the most refined Wits of this Age. London Printed for Samuel Speed neer the Inner Temple-gate in Fleetstreet 1669. To the Reader IF thou a Fresh-man art and thorough bent To bear Loves Arms and follow Cupids Tent Finde whom to love The next thing you must do Learn how to speak her fair to write and wooe Last having won thy Mistriss to thy lure I 'le teach thee how to make her love endure This is my aim I 'le keep within this place And in this Road my Chariot-wheel I 'le trace Whilst thou dost live and art a Batchelâ—r The love of one above the â—est preâ—er To whom thy soul says Thou alone content me But such a one shall not from heaven be sent thee Such are not dropt down from the Azure Skâ—e But thou must seek her out with busie eye Well knows the Huntsman where his toyls to set And in what Den the Boar his teeth doth whet Well knows the Fowler where to lay his Gin The Fisher knows what Pool the Fish are in And thou that studiest to become a Lover Learn in what place most Virgins to discover Which having done make one thy sole delight Then thou must study to dissemble right Swear by her Beauty seemingly be loath To break the Bond of such a sacred Oath Sigh when she sighs and what thou seest her do By imitation strive to do so too Gaze on her eyes and when thou seest her sip Kâ—ss thou the Glass where she shall place her Lip But I 'le no longer keep thee at the door Peruse the Book for that will teach thee more An Advertisement To all Gentlemen Booksellers or others WHereas Samuel Speed Bookseller hath lately disposed himself to a Wholesale Trade for Books not making any Appearance of that Imployment as formerly he did These are to certifie That those persons that please to apply themselves to him for Books shall be as well used as by any person whatsoever And whosoever hath any Study or Library of Books or Copies either in Manuscript or such as have been already Printed to dispose of shall receive from him the full Value thereof to the said Parties ample Satisfaction Complemental Expressions towards Men Leading to The Art of Courtship SIR Your Goodness is as boundless as my desires to serve you Sir Your Vertues are the Load-stones that draw even your enemies to love and to admire you Sir It is my profession to appear in all places a servant to your Merits Sir I have nourisht in my self a continual care of seeking opportunities to do you service Sir You have so pursued me with your favors that I am capable of no other pleasure but to entertain them Sir Such is your deserts and my necessity that I want both words and services to express how unfeignedly I honor you Sir Your bounties have been showr'd upon me with such excess that I am uncapable of a Complement Sir I shall desire no greater glory from you than new proofs of my obedience Sir When I have finisht your desires I should inâ—reat you to reserve some new Commands so great a pleasure I take in being yours Sir You have deserved more services from me than my life is able to perform Sir Such is the excess of my affection that all my â—assions do but wait upon your good fortunes Sir I confess I never merited the effects of such nobleness as that you should account of me as an object for your vertuous inclinations Sir The pleasure I entertain to consider your goodness is more satisfaction to me than my advancement Sir Should I not render you thanks for your many favors I should die of a deep impatience Sir Your goodness hath forced me to a silence that I am not able to render you sufficient thanks for so great a favor Sir You are so highly generous that I am altogether sencesess Sir With the same joy that I formerly en braced your friendship I entertained the good news of your happy Marriage and shall love you with the same passions as before Sir I have made a vow to honor you all my life and not to remit one point of the passion I have to do you service Sir I am daily in disquiet and shall be till some occasion be offered me suddenly wherein I may appear to you to be more than verbal Sir This tyranny of your humor or inclination is too great a punishment for me to groan under Sir 'T is my ambition to conserve the Honor I have obtained of being your servant Sir You are so noble in all respects that I have learn'd to love as well as to admire you Sir I am grown jealous of your generosity your favors come so fast on me that I shall be forced to seem ingrateful Sir Your passions are mine Nor can I live more in freedom than when I am bound to you in the bonds of Friendship Sir You are the rising Sun which I adore Sir I wear you in my heart Sir You are the Star I reach at Sir You are the Miracle of Friendship Sir Your Goodness wants a President Sir You have the power to sway me as you please Sir Be pleased to instruct me how I may thank your love Sir I am your Friend and that word speaks me wholly yours Sir You have so far engaged me that I know not what I can do that is not at your command Sir Whâ—n I would admire you you wrap me up in wonder Sir My zeal is so fervent towards you that I am sick with passion Sir 〈◊〉 you have not cast off the name of Friend make 〈◊〉 companion of your cares Sir I take so much pleasure in serving you that I am proud to please you Sir You are the onely Anchor of my hopes Sir I shall study to chronicle your Vertues Sir Fear no dangers my Arms shall be your Sanctuary Sir You are so full of fair desert that I have no faculty but what is yours Sir You are so highly noble that your Purse is my Exchequer Sir I am a captive to your Honor and your fair Example steers me Sir Youâ— Complements call your Faith in question Sir You tell me stories midnight would blush to hear Sir The Ocean 's not more boundless than your Favors Sir Be confident of my affection while I have room to lodge you in my bosom Sir I am sick till I see you whose presence is my restorative Sir Your Language is more dubious than an Oracle Sir You have the power to steer me as you please Sir I am in so great an Extasie for your safety that passion like midnight
Physitian or I shall suddenly expire Coy Mistriss Once I loved you but have learned more wit now than to follow such a blinde guide as Cupid I faith Widdow I am in love and 't is with you the untoward boy Cupid has wounded me 't is such a busie Urchin no person can be quiet for him He glides through the Isle of man in a minute gets into Middlesex and keeps his Christmass there till he 's fir'd out with heat and flames Scornful Girl Can you imagine I ever did intend to dote especially on that small stock of beauty of yours which serves only to convince me you are not extreamly ugly Excâ—llent Beauty Painters Poets nor Players were ever guilty of half so many cruelties as you by the darts of your eyes do exercise on those that admire you most Dear Madam When I am absent from you I am sick of love but every visit gives somewhat of consolation to my passion Lady I am wholly yours it is your beauty that hath taken me from my self Madam Your Vertues are my meditations you and my thoughts are never absent Madam you are the admiration of the world like a fair picture you draw all mens eyes to see and wonder Fair Creature You are that rich Cabinet wherein Nature hath lockt up all her raâ—ities Madam So to usurp an Authority is according to neither Law nor Reason Fair one This kiss from your inspiring hand will add to my former happiness Madam This Favor and you Crown your Servant Madam Your Beauty hath the Art to teach Christians to turn Idolaters Madam Be merciful or I am miserable your eyes are as the Ambassadors of life or death Divine Lady Could I be one of those wise men that rule the stars you might then conclude I might be able to govern my own affections Madam If there be a Heaven to reward vertues your name will be recorded in the Register of Saints Madam Your frowns are the emblems of death but your smiles give me a second being Madam To be absent from your service is a Torment since every of your Commands afford me a new Creation Madam I have pass'd my vows to confirm them I give you my heart and hand to continue yours till death Madam Confirm me in your favour with a smile Fair One I 'le pay the last tribute of my lips to your fair hands Madam Your heart is like pibble smooth but stoney Madam Continue constant and be assured I will rather loose my life than part with my resolutions of serving you Madam Since you are born into the world to be admir'd you should not eclipse your self from him that can live no longer than he serves you Most Divine Lady I could live an Age upon those Lips Madam I am real my love is white as Truth and innocent as Vertue Oh Madam Be like your self fair and not reâ—embling Narcissus benighted with the clouds of scorn Madam May heaven smile upon you farewel and prosper Madam You are all sweetness and I the admirer of your Vertuâ—s Oh let me â—ly into your bosom Madam Be not cruel but save that creature whose life depends on you whoâ—â— every power ownes not himselâ— but you Madam You are a Deity to whom my heart presents its devotioâ— Madam My soul is in a â—lame and remains a Sacrifice till you shall please to accept it Madam May I become the scorn of time when I prove so monstrous as to give you the least occasion to repent your love Madam Oh let me confirm my happiness upon your Lip and study there by some new way of number to multiply my bliss Madam The treasuries of Grace and Nature were quite exhausted to accomplish your perfections Madam My language is as my Intentions plain and real he that makes use of golden words does it only to gild over the corruptions of his soul. Dear Madam I am ravished with the well-tuned Harmony of your pleasant voice Lady I return to you all your Vows be free as the Air you breath in Madam Can you be so unjust as to deem my language feigned I will sooner forget to eat than to honor you Madam Far be it from me to speak a language should displease your ear Farewel incomparable Mistriss Madam Had I a hundred hearts I should want room to entertain your love Madam Be assured I will either enjoy you or die a Martyr in your quarrel Madam for your sweet sake my meditations are loaded with Metaphors I am valiant witty and will be any thing to be yours Mistriss To be plain with you I love you but I want utterance and that is a good sign Sweet bit of beauty the delight of mine own soul I am come to visit thee and have brought with me a hundred thousand salutations Most resplendant Lady I am full of the fruits of love and should be proud if you would be pleased to participate Dear Morâ—el of Modesty How I love you and so sincerely that I protest to make you Mistriss of my thoughts Lady of my returns and commit all my Moveables into your hands and upon the same I give you an earnest kiss in the high road to Matrimony My Dear Girl Thou hast catcht me my heart thou hast had before now here 's my hand Fair One Seal my pardon for my former rudeness and may I forget my love if I loose my civility hereafter Madam I owe all that I have to your Beauty it is the sole Commandress of my thoughts Dear Madam The breath of new blown Roses is not more sweet than yours I could kiss thee till I engender on thy lips Madam By your fair self I love you with as much true zeal as Anchorites do their prayers Dear Mistriss I am in paradice when I but dream of your perfections Fair Lady A thousand Cupids call me to kiss your hands Fairest By the Law of Love and Arms I may demand a kiss Madam You are the fairest Nature ever did design for wonder Madam The perfume of your sweet breath informs me your Mother fed on Roses when she bred you Madam I shall be more grateful than to slight those benefits you showre upon me Fair One You have taught me to despise my self I can do nothing but admire your Vertues If I am void of Reason Fairest creature suffer Love to be my Advocate that will not allow of limits Mistriss Be not angry if I tell you my love when once abused may turn into a fury Without doubt Madam if the Gods as Poets fancie created Beauty it was their Master-peice since they themselves are unable to oppose that force which they ordain'd Madam It is impossible any one should see your beauty and not become a captive Madam I shall forbear to talk of Beauty or of Vertue unless you are present Madam I should be ignorant of what is rare did not your Vertues instruct my understanding Madam They that diminish your worth or Beautie dare rob all that is good and sin against
which shall ever be in readiness to attend your Commands I have had some young Gallants with me of late who promise more Visits and have sent some Complements by the next I hope to be better furnished with somewhat new to accompany what I have so often said and shall perpetually that I am Madam Yours wholly at your Command 50. A Gentlemans request for a sum of Money to his Friend Sir ACcuse me not for my Ambition to be still in your favour since by that I freely beg what I would not ask nor care to receive from any body whom I do not onely affect but extreamly honour The urgency of my occasions have prevailed with me to send this messenger to you for the sum of c. onely for one moneths time at the expiration of which you shall be certainly paid Sir you may well wonder how I that deserved so little can so conâ—idently desire so much but my unwillingness to forfeit my word with one Friend hath put me to engage it to another This suit if you will please to grant you will infinitely oblige me however if you deny me I should be ungrateâ—ul and unworthy should I disown those engagements which have otherwise made me sufficiently Your Debtor and your Servant 51. A Lady to a Gentleman on his Recovery from a Fit of Sickness Noble Sir BY your favour which is a great one I have met with the good News I hoped for I mean your Recovery from those dangers your late Sickness was said to threaten I had the unhappy intelligence from one whom I knew to be just in his reports and I was therefore bound in Honour as well as Conscience to believe him But now you are well I am safe and not in so much danger of being frighted by the mis-reports of others Here are now so many about me and they chaâ—ting at all once that I can with difficulty write one word of sense however my heart like a Carryers horse trots in the old path and pace and cannot be distracted from resolving nor my hand from expressing that I am and shall be ever Your very Friend and Servant 52. The Recovered Gentleman to the aforesaid Lady Madam MY indisposition hath been double the want of health and your good company which hath been most particularly desired since my inclination invites me to take a pleasure in your Society your Letter was extreamly welcome you may believe me Madam for you cannot but know with what respect I have continually adored your favours in recompence for all I have received and what I may not despair to hope for I will serve you Madam if I can not onely from one end of the world to the other but from this very day to the last of my life and shall defie all your commands if they shall dare to exceed my inclination and resolution to obey I will not crave your pardon for not writing till now since the King if he will be just cannot punish me for not performing impossibilities nor will you I know be so unmerciful now I want the use of my own hand to deny me another mans But though I have been his Debtor for it hitherto I will make hard shift to subscribe my self now and ever Madam Your obsequious Servant 53. The Lover to his Mistriss upon his fear of her entertaining a new Servant Fairest Lady WHat can there be to compose an accomplished minde that you want Beauty Generosity a Noble Birth solid Wisdom affable Demeanor insomuch Lady that you are truely the Center where all the Graces meet and you do not onely approach absolute Perfection but enjoyn all others to a high and fervent Observation nor can I boast of any respects I do you since your Vertues command more than I am able to wish and it is my glory and I esteem it the pride of my life to justifie my souls desire to serve you and an honour to my Bondage that I may be accepted for your slave Command me then most Excellent Lady but withal remember that your Commands be love for without love I can have no life nor do I value death so I may bear your love with me to the grave Yet my Dearest Lady let me not be mistook though I am happy in being your subject yet like a Soveraign Prince I cannot endure a Competitor The feud being much alike between Rivals for Love and those for Kingdoms I have more of man in me to brook anothers Claim especially any presumptuous hand to seize my right Let me beseech you then for Humanity sake and Vertues for yours and mine to use a circumspection lest you betray your Vertue to Corruption or my small stock of Valour to irrecoverable dangers For be assured if my hopes are frustrated either by your will or ignorance I will defie the world you all women for your sake and my self but if any daring Arm shall stretch it self out in violence to your Honor I will in duty force it to retire or make it perish in the extension and be extreamly happy if my best bloud may be expended in the service since I have vowed to entertain the Resolution of being Madam Nons but yours and Yours till death 54. A Fair young Virgin to an old Rich Miser whom her Guardian did design should Wed her Honorable Sir FOr I must ever acknowledge the truth of that old Proverb that says Age is honorable for all that give me leave to tell you though I am under the tuition of another yet I am Mistriss of my own affections and in truth neither your wisdom your gravity no nor your riches can charm me to affect you Sir be so much your self as to desist from your suit to me be in charity with the world and in love with Heaven build Hospitals that you may merit the prayers of the poor and spend not your precious time in dotage upon a Woman for to be plain with you I will sooner wed my self to a Nunnery or some loathsom Goal than become your Bed-fellow and shall ever have a greater estimation for a Wiseman in Rags than a Fool in his Richest Trappings if you visit me or send to me any more I shall conclude you troublesom and frantick be advised then since you know the minde and resolution of Sir Yours in the way of Friendship 55. The Ingratiating Gentleman to his angry Mistriss Excellent Lady I Beseech you to consider I cannot live unless you love then be so merciful as to save what your frowns are able to destroy if you imagine my Husbandry will be proâ—use your love will teach me to be frugal Do you mistrust Incontinency love will quench those flames Do you fear I may be guilty of extravagancies love will teach me to be solid Are you afraid of want love is content with a little and studies things that are impossible it overcomes all doubts and intricacies and facilitates things that are most difficult Be not then so credulous to the
Odrission Lyre that Dolphins forsook their wilde Natures when they heard the melody of Arions Harp humbling their backs of scales to bear him from the violence of Neptune and his angry waves It is theâ— beneath a wonder if the world stand amazed at your voice should the fierce Tyger or the raging Boar but hear you speak they would change their unbridled natures into the modesty of devout Adorers One accent from your delicate and incomparable lips are sufficient to give life to a dying man and to revive into Childe-hood the chil and cold clods of Age. One smile of yours can work more miracles than Esons Experience found in Medeas Bath How happy am I then in your love I am nothing beneath the great Monarch of the greatest Empire and may I fall from all Fortunes to my absolute ruine when I forget to be Most Honored Lady Your Beauties slave The Answer 62. A Lady to her Affected Lover My Happiness and Ioy YOur large Commendations and liberal Expressions towards me do certainly assure me that your affection to me is real yet though I cannot requiâ—e your courtesies with a reprehension I think I ought in justice to give you this Cautionary Information that though you may think as you say others may be of another minde and some Critick may chance to finde those faults in your Rhetorick which you that see with the Multiplying-glass of Love cannot perceive Therefore lest you forfeit your wisdom forbear these Hyperbolies hereafter since the reciprocal tryals that have passed between us do sufficiently declare the mutual coherency of our affections Let me implore you to be more reserved in this point if you respect my love or me for what need such lofty lines that savour so much of flattery when you know I hyve made it my resolution to be Yours and onely yours 63. A Lady to her despairing Lover who had deserted his suit at the first Repulse Sir I Have expected either to have seen or heard farther from you but I perceive you are but a raw Souldier and but lately engaged under Cupids banner otherwise you would not have given over the Skirmish for a small Repulse For though I can afford you a room in my heart and all thâ— love that is there is for you and your worth yet you might well tax me with lenity or suppose me extream forward should I yield at the first summous without having the least experience either of your love or loyalty But be confident for I dare write more than I durst speak since this Paper cannot bluâ—h though I may I have had a very high respect and honor for you since the first moment that made me happy with your presence I suppose a word to the wise may be sufficient if you have a kindness for me you perceive I am ready to go out of the road of a Maidens modesty onely to meet with you Be not so much like your Sex as to slight me now you have that thrown upon you which with so much ardency you seemed to court before for I can judge of Justice as well as Love but if you will favor me with your company or at least a line or two you will not onely give me abundance of satisfaction but engage me to be Sir Yours for ever 64. A Gentleman to a fair Lady whom he accidentally discovered at a Window Lovely Lady JUstice and Honor kiss your Hands and so far plead my Cause as to tell you you are obliged to shew me favor since for your sake I have undergone the vehement tortures of an expecting Lover but now being grown impatient I have taken a resolution to be rather importunate than bashful for my nature is too high to suffer me to stoop to or flie from any attempt that hath the countenance of what is Noble Fairest Lady my Ambition is to visit you if my love may prevail with you to afford me so great an honor and I question not since Heaven delights to be loved and you like one of its Inhabitants journeyed here for a small space appear Angelical but you will be in condition as in beauty For if the Divinity of your Person lay a charm upon my senses it is but Justice that you endeavor to recover me before my Distemper render me incapable of any remedy however it shall be my glory if I cannot live your servant that I can die Lovely Creature Your Devout Admirer 65. A sick Lady to her Lover enjoyning him to forbear his Visits she being infected with the Small-Fox or some other Malignant Distemper Sir I Am now become a Prisoner to my Chamber and though it were charity in you to bestow your Visits yet my own sense of justice informs me I ought to continue close since that fate that hath befallen me may else be so spightful as to seize on you it is a Distemper that hath used a violence to my whole body and hath not spared my face lest therefore I become your wonder I conjure you by all the love you have or ever had for me to absent your self for some time till you may see me with more safety and convenience for if you should venture your person now mine is in some danger my grief would be augmented since I know it is more wisdom to hazard the one half of my Estate than all and if I must lose my self I would not have Death to be so triumphant as to possess my second self and to glory in his Conquests so far as to make me a Bankrupt You will do well to let me hear from you at least send your Prayers in my behalf to the Heavenly Throne for so it becomes a Christian and a Friend and you will therein do justice to your self and Sir Yours in sickness or in health 66. The fearful Lover to his supposed unconstant Mistriss Madam IT is now most apparent to me that there is no credit to be given to a Woman have not you and I confirmed so strong a League of Love and Friendship as was possible to be done yet you can forget all your Promises your Vows and sober Protestations as if they were but as so much winde and might be broken as soon as made This you have most perfidiously done and under the pretence of fear that your Misfortunes are drawing nigh as if you had discretion enough to chalk to your self the way to your Felicity or as if you held a Correspondence with Wizards that could divine what the effects of our loves should be if I must be slighted now at last when I thought to be most happy yet at least pray let me not be forgotten that you may justly say you were once loved by a real Friend and if it be my Misfortune to be deprived of you may you meet with one whose affections may be sincere as mine that would be Madam Yours if you please The Answer 67. A Lady to her fearful Lover Worthy Sir YOur downright railing against our Sex
Commands from you since it is the glory of my life to appear Madam Yours in all occasions The Answer 79. A sick Lady to a Gentleman Noble Sir MY distemper leaves me but all in vain since I cannot be throughly well till I see that you are so I could once willingly have dyed because I cannot live to requite your kindness but now I begin to be past all hope of dying for death came towards me so fast that the very joy thereof hath wrought in me a recovery Sir my health consists onely in the ability which I hope suddenly to have that I may visit you since you will not be so favorable as to prevent me by coming hither but whether to come to me or I to you I hope you will not deny me the honor to own what I have hitherto profest to be still what I was before and will continue Sir Yours to serve and honor you 80. A Husband to his Lascâ—vious Wife Wicked and wretched Woman HAst thou forgot all goodness that thou daâ—est lift up thy adulterous eyes to behold the Christal light Hast thou no sense of thy own filthy deformity Dost thou not know the world brands thee for a Whore a notorious Strumpet Art thou not sensible how thou hast made me become a scorn and by-word to all that know me Not that the credit of an honest man can be dashed by the infidelity of a Strumpet but so it is that the corruption of the times have created a custom to set the Wives sins upon the Husbands forehead thy children are either hated or pityed by all and I my self dare not look upon them lest I permit my fears to whisper to me â—hy Whoredoms and their Bastardy Our Relations â—nd those that were formerly our bosom Friends do â—ow forsake us crying they will not accompany themselves with such as belong to the house of shame or that tread the paths of incontinency consider these things and â—epent lest thy impenitency do farther provoke Divine Justice and Heaven pour forth Vengeance as a reward for all thy impieties and withal remember this is the advice of Monstrous Woman Thy sad and much injured Husband 81. A Gentleman to his Friend returning thanks for sending him a Book Worthily Honored Sir I Would have rejoyced to have had an opportunity to serve you before you sent me that ingenious Piece Entituled The Lives of the Statesmen and Favorites of England since the Reformation But I am now bound to make it the business of my life to render for all an humble and hearty acknowledgement both for your own sake and for the Gifts for though nothing could be unwelcome to me that you should send yet I know not what could have been more welcome except your self who I know not how to requite but must proclaim you a Noble Friend and a charitable Gentleman and shall multiply my wishes for your prosperity since you have without merit of mine bound me for ever Sir Your thankful Servant 82. A Gentlemans request to his Friend for a sum of Money Sir LEt me not be held no Friend because I send to borrow money I had rather want that than lose your love but Sir if you shall think fit to pardon my boldness I desire your patience so far as to measure the length of your Purse-strings since a present and urgent occasion puts me on this strange adventure The sum is but five pounds which shall be paid within a moneth if you dare take my credit for the assurance and for interest you shall have my thankful acknowledgements Thus not doubting of your civility in this case I rest as ever Your Friend and Servant The Answer 83. A Gentleman to his Friend that sent to borrow Money Sir OUr Friendship would be held by a slender thread if a five pound weight could snap it I have not thought fit to pardon any bolddess but do esteem my self happy in that I have a Purse or strings to serve you your credit is sufficient and therefore I have sent you the sum required and shall expect no other interest than the like courtesie if you think it one when you shall be troubled by Your hearty real Friend 84. A Lover to his Mistriss Bright Lady I Am now in love with my own eyes and wit for were not the first exceeding good they could not endure the lustre of your Beauty and I am apt to believe the latter may be sharp since it hath so exact a Character of your worth Be more just to your self and me than to think I flatter you look into your self and then you will wrong neither and when you finde I have done you right call not my affection in question for making the discovery since it is my duty to serve you and truth in all things honorable But if by commending my own services I am so presumptuous as to exceed your pleasure let your pity seal my pardon since my default was onely the effect of love and I shall doubly be engaged to be Madam Yours now and ever The Answer 85. A Lady to her Lover Sir YOu do well to love your own eyes and wit and I will own the first to be good and the latter sharp but if they both wâ—nt together as you place them your brains might be on the out-side of your head and then if you prove mistaken blame your self your eyes your wit and not me But that I may be just to you where there is no fault there is no need of pardon though the worth of ones affection oftentimes appeares more in words than in reality however if you will take the liberty and trouble to commend me I must and will claim the priviledge to subscribe my self Sir Your obliged Servant 86. A Gentleman to his Rival Sir IF you understood what an Honor I have for the accomplished Lady you are pleased to aâ—â—ord your Courtships too and what a reciprocal return I have for my affections you would either out of civility or judgement cease to be so ridiculous as to endeavor to rob me of her whom her Parents and her self hath blessed me with And though perhaps she out of a Maiden modesty will assure you it is not so yet I can justifie as much and make it apparent to your own judgement besides the time is drawing near when our wishes will be consummated and then you and that part of the world that know her may learn whether what I have now said be a truth or fable Couzen not your self she hath a notable waggish wit and uses it onely to make you her sport Sir be wise and think not with ease to attain to a happiness that I have tugged for you are a Gentleman whom I have known nor are your Relations strangers to me were it not for that reason I should not have brooked your visits to her hitherto to the disturbance of my quiet But from this time remember I have desired and warned you to forbear as you cherish
your safety and reputation that so we may continue friends for be assured you cannot finde out a more ready way to provoke my wrath than your perseverance which will occasion me to proclaim my self Sir Your incensed Enemy 87. A Virgin to her Parents that would have her matched to one whom she cannot love Most Dear Parents I Beseech you let the Rules of Nature be so prevalent with you as not to marry me to the man whom you design but if you do resolve that I shall marry let it be to one that I shall love or to my grave be not over-ruled by the thought of Avarice lest you become inhumane to your own bloud and make me Your sad sorrowful and afflicted Daughter 88. A Gentlemans first Address to his Mistriss Beauteous Lady YOur feature is so glorious that I must needs acknowledge I do verily believe Nature hath not one Piece of Art that she can more boast of nor is there any Lady under Heaven to whom I owe a greater reverence were your affections but correspondent to mine I would vie for happiness with the proudest Prince under the bright Canopy of the Celestial Orb but without your love I cannot live which will be a sufficient evidence that you are the efficient cause of my ruine Madam I humbly implore your favor make me your adopted servant and use me and what is mine as yours for I account no glory greater than that of being Lovely Lady Your obedient Vassal 8â— Another to the same effect Mirror of Women PArdon the presumption of a stranger that having lately lost his heart makes an enquiry for it of one who is composed of nothing but what consists of Innocence and Vertue and from thence I have this consolation that knowing it is in your possession I question not but you will be noble to it either for love or pities sakeâ— Dear Lady give me leave to pay my visits to it and if I may be so happy let me accompany it by being registred among the chief of your adorers I confess my encouragements are small having attempted nothing yet that might make me capable of your smiles and being acquainted onely with your worth yet such is the over-ruling power of your Beauty that though my eyes were but once blessed with a sight of your peerless Perfections my soul immediately became a Captive to your Vertues and being now at your disposal I shall hope to finde you merciful that I may not languish in an adverse fortune since you are naturally tender and I am fair Nymph Yours wholly in the bonds of firm affection 90. A Courteous Lass to her Paramour who had gotten her with Childe Dear Sir I Am now constrained to conâ—ine my self to a retired life such is the fruit of our late daliance that I am become obvious and without your company shall be odious to all that see me and like your self the Babe in my womb is continually exercising it self in an activity that affords me but little rest You cannot forget your promises to marry me ere you could prevail with me to satisfie your pleasures Sweet Sir let your stay be short for prolixity is dangerous to both our Reputations I languish till you come and till then and ever shall remain My Dear Soul Yours to love and live with you 91. A Gentleman to his once scornful but now Affectionate Mistress Madam YOur sighs and flatteries are not prevalent enough since I have now disposed of my resolutions so firmly as that they are beyond the power of either of us to recal Nor am I one of those puny Lovers that think it reasonable to lay my love at your feet after it hath so inhumanely received your slights I once loved you too well but now have so opened the eyes of my understanding that I can more plainly see my own worth and your frailty You are now so kinde as to make vows of love to me and I am so little an infidel as to believe you and therefore since you have a love for me I conjure you by that love you bear me that you trouble me no more but henceforth study to forget that I ever was so much as Your loving Friend 9â— A Kinde-hearted Gentlewoman to her boasting Favorite Vngrateful man HAth my love to you deserved no better than your scorns did I receive you to my embraces through my weak belief of your treacherous Vows and do you requite me with the ruine of my Reputation Degenerate Monster can you be so sottish as to think you do not wound your own fame when you strike at me will not all men abhor you and though they permit you a hearing yet esteem of you as one of Natures Prodigies But to be more plain with you be so wise as to forbear your foul reproaches lest you receive a Pistol or a Ponyard from some one or other that may be sensible of your unworthy usage to Base Wretch Your mortal Enemy 93. The Lover to his inconstant Mistriss Lady YOur love was once my Paradise nor did I esteem my self happy in ought else but now perceiving your Ambition hath betrayed your Honor and corrupted your affection towards me give me leave to tell you since you can forget to love I can as easily forget to sigh and from this minute shall disown you for being the object of my delight since I think it not at â—â—l difficult to finde a Mistriss of more worth and constancy May you possess a Husband equal to your deserts I wish you no greater Plague Farewel Songs Alamode Composed by the most Refined Wits of this Age. Song 1. AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar and their aid implore 'T is not the workman nor the preciouâ— wood But 't is the worshipper that makes the God So cruel Fair though Heaven has giv'n thee all We mortals Vertue or can Beauty call 'T is we that give the thunder to your frowns Darts to your eyes and to our selves the wounds Without our love which proudly you deride Vain were your Beauty and more vain your Pride All envy'd beings that the world can show Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow. Subjects make Kings and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign Onely this difâ—erence Beauties Realm can boast Where most it favors it enslaves the most And those to whom 't is most indulgent found Are ever in the surest fetters bound No Tyrant yet but thee was ever known Cruel to them that serv'd to make him one Valor 's a Vice if not with Honor joyn'd And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kinde Song 2. FAirest Nymph my delay Shames me a Lover Which I will now repay Since I discover Those Beauties and Graces Which so adorn thee And makes thee grow proud That it hath born thee At the Wakes and the Fairs And ev'ry Meeting He 's onely happy can Dance with my Sweeting Where all that stand about Still gaze upon her And
Groats for a Cradle With twenty odd Knacks Which the little one lacks â—nd thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee But this is the sport In Countrâ—y and Court 〈◊〉 let not these pastimes betray thee Song 21. I Dote I dote But am a Sot to show it I was a very fool to let her know it For now she doth so cunning grow She proves a friend worse than a foe She will not hold me fast nor let me go She tells me I cannot forsake her Then strait I endeavor to leave her But to make me stay Throws a Kiss in my way Oh then I could tarry for ever Thus I retire Salute and sit down by her There do I sry in frost and freeze in fire Now Nectar from her lips I sup And though I cannot drink all up Yet I am fox'd with kissing of the Cup For her Lips are two brimmers of Clarret Where first I began to miscarry Her brests of delight Are two bottles of White And her eyes are two cups of Canary Drunk as I live Dead drunk beyond reprieve And all my senses driven through a sieve About my neck her arms she layeth Now all is Gospel that she saith Which I lay hold on with my sudled faith I finde a fond Lover's a Drunkard And dangerous is when he flies out With hips and with lips With black eyes and white thighs Blinde Cupid sure tipled his eyes out She bids me rise Tells me I must be wise Like her for she is not in love she cries This makes me fret and fling and throw Shall I be fetter'd to my foe I begin to run but cannot go I prethee Sweet use me more kindly You were better to hold me fast If you once disengage Your Bird from his Cage Believe it he 'l leave you at last Like Sot I sit That â—ill'd the Town with wit But now confess I have most need of it I have been fox'd with Duck and Dear Above a quarter of a year Beyond the Cure of sleeping or small Beer I think I can number the moneths too Iuly August September October Thus goes my account A mischief light on 't But sure I shall go when I 'm sober My legs are lam'd My courage is quite tam'd My heart and all my body is enflam'd As by experience I can prove And swear by all the Powers above 'T is better to be drunk with wine than love For 't is Sack makes us merry and witty Our fore-heads with Jewels adorning Although we do grope Yet there is some hope That a man may be sober next morning Thus with command She throws me from her hand And bids me go yet knows I cannot stand I measure all the ground by trips Was ever Sot so drunk with sips Or can a man be over-seen with lips I pray Madam fickle be faithful And leave offy our damnable dodging Then do not deceive me Either love me or leave me And let me go home to my lodging I have too much And yet my folly 's such I cannot hold but must have t'other touch Here 's a health to the King How now I 'me drunk and could chatter I vow Lovers and fools say any thing you know I fear I have tyred your patience But I 'me sure 't is I have the wrong on 't My wit hath berest me And all that is left me Is but enough to make a Song on 't My Mistriss and I Shall never comply And ther 's the short and the long on 't Song 22. WHy should we not laugh and be jolly Since all the world is mad And lull'd in a dull melancholy He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more And that makes him as poor As the wretch that ne'r any thing had How mad is that damn'd Money-mongeâ— That to purchase to him and his heirs Grows shrivl'd with thirst and hunger While we that are bonny Buy Sack with ready money And ne'r trouble the Scrivners nor Lawyers Those Guts that by scraping and toiling Do swell their Revenues so fast Get nothing by all their tormoiling But are marks of each tax While they load their own backs With the heavier packs And lie down gall'd and weary at last While we that do traffick in Tipple Can baffle the Gown and the Sword Whose jaws are so hungry and gripple We ne'r trouble our heads With Indentures or Deeds And our Wills are compos'd in a word Our money shall never indite us Nor drag our free mindes to thral Nor Pyrates nor Wracks can asâ—right us We that have no Estates Fear no plunder nor rates We can sleep with open gatâ—â— He that lies on the ground cannot fall We laugh at those fools whose endeavours Do but â—it them for Prisons and Fines When we that spend all are the savers For if thieves do break in They go out empty agen And the plunderers lose their designs Then let us not think on to morrow But tipple and laugh while we may To wash from our hearts all sorrow Those Cormorants which Are troubled with an Itch To be mighty and rich Do but toil for the wealth which they borrow The Mayor of the Towu with his Ruff on What a pox is he better than we He must vail to the man with his Buff on Though he Custard may eat And such lubbarly meat Yet our Sack makes us merrier then he Song 23. NEver more will I protest To love a Woman but in jest For as they cannot be true So to give each man his due When the wooing sit is past Their affections cannot last Therefore if I chance to meet With a Mistriss fair and sweet She my service shall obtain Loving her for love again Thus much liberty I crave Noâ— to be a constant slave For when we have try'd each other If she better like another Let her quickly change for me Then to change am I as free He or she that loves too long Sell their freedom for a Song Song 24. NOw fie on foolish love it not befits Or man or woman know it Love was not meant for people in their wits And they that fondly show it Betray the straw and feathers in their brain And shall have Bedlam for their pain If single love be such a Curse To marry is to make it ten times worse Song 25. TUrn Amarillis to thy Swain Thy Damon calls thee back again Here is a pretty Arbor by Where Apollo where Apollo Where Apollo cannot spy There le ts fit and whilst I play Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay Song 26. COurtiers Courtiers think it no scorn That silly poor Swains in love should be There is as much love in rent and torn As there is in Silks and Bravery The Beggar he loves his Lass as dear As he that hath Thousands Thousands Thousands He that hath Thousands Pounds a year Song 27. TAke a pound of Butter made in May Clap it to her Arse in a Summers day And ever as it melts then lick it clean away 'T is a Med'cine for
the Tooth-ach old wives say Song 28. BEss black as Charcoal Was found in a dark hole With Kit at the Cat and the Fiddle But what they did there None safely can swear Yet Gentlemen Riddle my Riddle Troth I would be loath Were I put to my Oath To swear Kit with Bess did ingender Yet it would tempt a man Bridle all that he can His present well-wishes to tender But 't was found at last E're a twelve-month was past That Christopher Bess had o're-master'd For her belly betray'd her And so she down laid her And brought him a jolly brown Bastard Song 19. THe Glories of our Birth and State Are shadows not substantial things There is no Armor 'gainst our Fate Death lay's his Icy hands on Kings Scepter and Crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal laid With the poor crooked Scithe and Spade Some men with Swords may reap the field And plant fresh Laurels where they kill But their strong Nerves at last must yield They tame but one another still Early or late They bend to fate And must give up their murmuring breath While the pale captive creeps to Death The Garland wither's on your brow Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon Death's purple Altar now See where the Victor Victim bleeds All heads must come To the cold Tomb Only the Actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust Song 30. SWeet Iane sweet Iane I love thee wondrous well But am afraid Thou't die a Maid And so lead Apes in Hell For why my dear 't is pity it should be so Thou't better then to take a man And keep thee from the foc Thou art so pretty and fine And wondrous handsome too Then be not coy Let 's get a boy Alas what should we do I see thy brow And I know What colour it is below Then do nor jeast But smile the rest E'faith I know what I know Song 31. VIctorious Beauty though your eyes Are able to subdue an Hoast And therefore are unlike to boast The taking of a little prize Do not a single heart despise Song 32. CHloris it is not in your power To say how long our love will last It may be we within this hour May loose those joys we now may taste The blessed that Immortal be From change in Love are only free And though you now immortal seem Such is th' exactness of your fame Those that your Beauty so esteem Will finde it cannot last the same Love from my eyes has stoln my fire As apt to waste and to expire Then since we mortal Lovers are Let 's question not how long 't wil last But while we love let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past It were a madness to deny To live because w' are sure to die Fear not though love and beauty fail My Reason shall my heart direct Your kindness now will then prevail And passion turn into respect Chloris at worst you 'l in the end But change your Lover for a Friend Song 33. CElemana of my heart None shall e're bereave you If with your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day I will never leave you Celemana Passion 's but an empty name Where respect is wanting Damon you mistake your aim Hang your heart and burn your flame If you must be ranting Damon Love as pale and muddy is As decaying Liquor Anger sets it on the Lees And refines it by degrees Till it works it quicker Celemana Love by quarrel to beget Wisely you endeavor With a grave Physicians wit Who to cure an Ague Fit Puts me in a Feaver Damon Anger rouses Love to fight And his onely bait is 'T is the spur to vain delight And is but an eager bite When desire at height is Celemana If such drops of heat can fall In our wooing weather If such drops of heat can fall We shall have the devil and all When we come together Song 34 TWelve sorts of meat my wife provides And bates me not a dish Of which four flesh four fruit there are The other four of fish For the first Course she serves me in Four Birds that Dainties are The first a Quail the next a Rail A Bitter and a Jar. Mine appetite being cloy'd with these With Fish she makes it sharp And brings me next a Lamp a Poâ—t A Gudgeon and a Carp The second is of Fruit well serv'd Fitting well the season A Medlar and a Hartichoak A Crab and a small Reason What 's he that having such a wife That on her would not dote Who daily does provide such faâ—e Which costs him never a groat Song 35. BE gone be gone thou perjur'd man And never more return For know that thy inconstancy Hath chang'd my love to scorn Thou hast awak't me and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man Thou may'st perhaps prevail upon Some other to believe thee And since thou canst love more than one Ne'r think that it shall grieve me For th' hast awak't me and I can See clearly there 's no truth in man By thy Apostacy I finde That love is plac'd amiss And can't continue in the minde Where Vertue wanting is I 'm now resolv'd and know there can No constant thought remain in man Song 36. STrait my green Gown into Breeches I 'le make And long yellow Locks much shorter I 'le take With a Hey Down Down a Down Down a. Then I 'le cut me a Switch and on that ride about And wander and wander till I finde him out With a Hey Down Down a Down Down a. And when Phylander shall be dead I 'le bury him I 'le bury him And I 'le bury him in a Primrose bed Then I 'le sweetly ring his Knell With a pretty Cowslip Bell Ding Dong Bell Ding Dong Bell. Song 37. LOok see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes There was a time when I did vow To that alone but mark the fate of faces That red and white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm nor I not see And yet the face continues good And I have still desires And still the self same flesh and blood Aâ— apt to melt and suffer from such fires Oh some kinde power unriddle where it lies Whether my heart be faulty or my eyes She every day her man doth kill And I as often die Neither her power then nor my will Can quest'onablâ— be what is the Mystery Sure Beauty's Empire like the greatest States Have certain Periods set and hidden Dates Song 38. DEar give me a thousand kisses Pay the Debt thy lips do owe Let the number of those blisses To ten thousand thousands grow Till to infinites they flow Let the sweet perfumed treasure Of thy breath my spirits fill So enjoying endless pleasure Breaths rebreathing let us still Breath one breath and wish one will Song 39. LIttle love serves my turn 'T is so enflaming Rather than I will burn I 'le leave my
IF she be not kinde as fair But peevish and unhandy Leave her she 's onely worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy I would not have thee such an Ass Hadst thou nere so much leasure To sigh and whine for such a Lass Whoâ—e pride 's above her pleasure Make much of ev'ry buxom Girl Which needs but little courting Her value is above the pearl That takes delight in sporting A Catch 62. HE that will win a widdows heart Must bear up briskly to her She loves the Lad that 's free and smart But hates the formal Wooer Song 63. LAdies though to your conqu'ring eyes Love owes his chiefest Victoriâ—s And borrows those bright Arms from you With which he does the world subdue Yet you your selves are not above The Empire nor the griâ—fs of Love Then wrack not Lovers with disdain Lest Love on you revenge her pain You are not free because y' are faiâ— The Boy did not his Mother spare Beauty 's but an offensive Dart It is no Armour for the Heart Song 64 PHillis though your powerful charms Have forc'd me from my Caelia's Arms That sure defence against all Pow'rs But those resistless eyes of yours Think not your Conquest to maintain By rigour or unjust disdain In vain fair Nymph in vain you strive For Love do's seldom hope survive My heart may languish for a time While all your glories in their prime May justifie their cruelty By the same force that conquer'd me When Age shall come at whose command Those Troops of Beauty's must disband A Tyrants strength once took away What slave 's so dull as to obey Those threatning dangers to remove Make me believe at least you love Dissemble well and by that art Preserve and govern still my heart But if you 'l choose another way To save your Empire from decay Oh then for ever fix your throne Be kinde but kinde to me alone Song 65. A Myntas he once went astray But now again hath found his way Mad Lovers oft do please themselves With noise and janglings of the Bells And fancie there some warbling Note As Ecchoing from a Mistriss throat And why disturb'd then should they be Since Love on Earth's our Diety But those who reason do preserve Make all things to their purpose serve Taught then by that example I Loves power now will soon defie Although fond Cupid once prevail'd His passions not on me entail'd No Son of his I 'le boldly say I 'm made of Steel and not of Clay Hold let me not this God despise For fear he rob me of my eyes His pow'r subjects and can destroy I 'le therefore stoop unto the Boy By yielding to his moderate fire I may an easier way expire So sweet a death gives us no pain Whilst dying we revive again Song 66. FAir Phydelia tempt no more I can thy Beauty now no more adore Nor offer to thy shrine I serve a more Divine And greatâ—r far than you Hark the Trumpet calls away We must go Lest the foe Get the field and win the day Then march bravely on Charge them in the Van. Our cause Gods is Though the odd's is Ten times ten to one Tempt no more I may not yield Although thine eyes A Kingdom may surprize Leave off thy wanton tales The High-born Prince of Wales Is mounted in the field Where the Loyal Gentry flock Though forlorn Nobly born Of a ne'r decaying Stock Cavaliers be bold Bravely keep your hold He that loyters Is by Traytors Meerly bought and sold. One Kiss more and so farewel Fie no more I prethee fool give o're Why cloudst thou thus thy beams I see by these extreams A woman's heaven or hell Pray the King enjoy his own That the Queen May be seen With her Babes on Englands Throne Rally up your men One shall vanquish ten Victory we come to try Our Valour once agen Song 67. WEre Celia but as chaste as fair How could I kiss the Snare And never be Weary of my Captivity But shee 's a whore that cools my blood Oh that she were less handsom or more good Would you believe that there can rest Deceit within that brest Or that those eyes Which look like friends are onely spies But shee 's a whore yet sure I lie May there not be degrees of chastity No no what means that wanton smile But onely to beguile Thus did the first Of women make all men accurst I for their fakes give women o're The first was false the fairest was a whore Song 68. THe morning doth waste To the Meadows let 's haste For the Sun doth with glory shine on them The Maidens must rake Whilest the Haycocks we make Then merrily tumble upon them The envy of Court Ne'r aims at our sport For we live both honest and meanly Their Ladies are fine But to Venus encline And our Lasses are harmless and cleanly Then let us advance Our selves in a Dance And afterwards fall to our labor No measure we meet Nor Musick so sweet To us as a Pipe and a Tabor Song 69. IN the merry moneth of May On a morn by break of day Forth I walked the Woods so wide When as May was in her pride There I spied all alone Philliday and Coridon Much ado there was I wot He could love but she could not His love he said was ever true Nor was mine e're false to you He said he had lov'd her long She said love should do no wrong Coridon would kiss her then She said maids must kiss no men Till they kiss for good and all Then she made the shepherds call All the Gods to witness south Ne'r was lov'd a fairer youth Then with many a pretty Oath As yea and nay and faith and troath Such as silly shepherds use When they will not love abuse Love that had been long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Philliday with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May. Song 70. DOwn in a Garden sate my dearest love Her skin more soft than doun of Swan More tender hearted than the Turtle Dove And far more kinde then bleeding Pellican I courted her she rose and blushing said Why was I born to live and die a Maid With that I pluckt a pretty Marygold Whose dewy leaves shut up when day is done Sweeting I said arise look and behold A pretty Riddle I 'le to thee unfold These leaves shut in as close as cloyster'd Nun Yet will they open when they see the Sun What mean you by this Riddle Sir she said I pray expound it Then I thus began Are not men made for Maids and Maids for men With that she chang'd her colour and grew wan Since now this Riddle you so well unfold Be you the Sun I 'le be the Marygold Song 71. THe Pot and the Pipe The Cup and the Can Have quite undone quite undone Many a Man The Hawk and the Hound The Dice and the Whore Have quite undone quite undone Many a Score Song 72. LOve is a sowre
delight and sugred grief A Sea of fears and everlasting strife A breach of Reasons Laws a secret thief A living death a never dying life A bane for souls a scourge for noble wits A deadly wound a shaft that never hits A Labyrinth of doubts and idle lust A raving Bird a Tyrant most unjust Yet mighty Love regard not what I say But blame the light that led my eyes astray Yet hurt her not lest I sustain the smart Which am content to lodge in her my heart Song 73. THen our Musick is in prime When our teeth keep triple time Hungry notes are fit for Knels May frankness be No quest to me The bag-pipe sounds when that is swels A mooting night brings wholsom smiles When Iohn an Oaks and Iohn a Styles Do grease the Lawyers Satiâ— A Reading day Frights French away The Benchers dare speak Latin He that 's full doth Verse compose Hunger deals in sullen Prose Take notice and discard hâ—r The empty Spâ—t Ne'r cherisht wit Minerva loves the Larder First to Breakfast then to Dine Is to conquer Bellarmine Distinctions then are budding Old Suckliffs wit Did never hit But after his Bag-pudding Song 74. WHy should I not dally my Dear in thine eye And chase the dull hours away He that lets such a fair opportunity fly He loses his aim by delay And its pity he ever should sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip Upon thy fair Tresses which Phoebus excel My diligent fingers I 'le twâ—st O there 's my desire for ever to dwell And I hope thou wilt never resist And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip Upon thy fair Breasts I 'le be mounted aloft And there in my Chariot I 'le feel The grain of thy Body more precious and soft Than the web of Arachne's wheel And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip I 'le wander abroad in thy veins and I 'le seck The Mazes of pleasure and love The Garden of Venus it is in thy cheâ—k And thither my fancy shall move And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip There upon the Lillies and Roses I 'le light And gather my sweets like the Bee And I will not go far for a lodging at night For surely the Hive shall be thee And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip Where when I am hurl'd my nest I will build Of Honey-combs all in a rank I 'le buz in each corner until it be fill'd And make thee more full in the flank And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip Come then with a Cornish let us combine I know thou canst easily do 't Thou shalt take my heart and I will take thine And I 'le give thee my hand to boot And e're and anon I will sip Electar and Nectar that flows from thy lip Song 75. ALL in vain Turn again Why should I love her Since she can Love no man I will give over I 'le not stay To obey But will retire Why should I Thither fly And not enjoy her Let her still Please her will With a denial She shall be Unto me As a Sun-Dial Let her blood Raise the mud All in good season I 'le not gaze On her face Till I have reason Song 76. HOw happy and free is the plunder When we care not for Iove nor his thunder Having entred a Town The Lasses go down And to their O're-comers lie under Why then should we study to love and look pale And make long Addresses to what will grow stale If her fingers be soft long and slender When once we have made her to render She will handle a Flute Better far than a Lute And make what was hard to grow tender Then why should we study to love and look pale And make long Addresses to what will grow stale If her hair of the delicate brown is And her belly as soft as the Doun is She will fire your heart In performing her part With a flame that more hot than the Town is Why then should we study to love and looke pale And make long Addresses to what will grow stale When the houses with flashes do glitter We can sever our sweets from the bitter And in that bright night We can take our delight No Damsel shall scape but we 'l hit her Why then should we study to love and look pale And make long Addresses but never prevail Song 77. I 'Me sick of love Oh let me lie Under your shades to sleep or die Either is welcome so I may have Or here my bed or here my grave Why do you sigh and sob and keep Time to my tears whilst I do weep Can you have sense or do you prove What crucifixions are in love I know you do and that 's the why Y' are weeping sick of love as I. Catch 78. THere was three Cooks of Colebrook And they fell out with our Cook And all was for a Pudding they took From one of the Cooks of Colebrook Slash Cook Swash Cook And thou maist kiss mine Arse Cook And all was for a Pudding they took From one of the Cooks of Colebrook And they fell all on our Cook And beat him sore that he did look As black as did the Pudding he took From one of the Cooks of Colebrook Song 79. LAst night I dreamed of my love When sleep did overtake her It was a pretty drowsie Rogue She slept I durst not wake her Her lips were like to Coral red A thousand times I kiss'd 'um And a thousand more I might hare stoll'n For she had ne'r a miss'd ' um Her crisped Locks like threads of Gold Hung dangling o're the Pillow Great pity 't was that one so fair Should wear the Rainbow willow I folded down the Holland sheet A little below her belly But what I did you ne'r shall know Nor is it meet to tell ye Her Belly 's like to yonder Hill Some call it Mount of Pleasure And underneath there springs a Well Which no mans depth can measure Song 80. I Feed a flame within Which so torments me That it both pains my heart And yet contents me 'T is such a pleasing smart And I so love it That I had rather die Than once remove it Yet he for whom I grieve Shall never know it My tongue does not betray Nor my eyes show it Not a sigh nor a tear My pain discloses But they fall silently Like Dew of Roses But to prevent my Love From being cruel My Heart 's the Sacrifice As 't is the Fuel And while I suffer this To give him quiet My faith rewards my love Though he deny it On his eyes I will gaze There to delight me Whilst I conceal my love No frowns can fright me Nor to be more happy I dare not aspire Nor can I fall more low Mounting no higher
Song 81. FLy Oh fly sad sighs and hear These few words into her ear Blest where e're thou dost remain Worthier of a softer chain Still I live if it be true The turtle lives that 's cleft in two Tears and sorrows I have store But Oh thine do grieve me more Die I would but that I do Fear my fate would kill thee too Song 82. ALl the materials are the same Of Beauty and Desire In a fair woman's goodly frame No Beauty is without a flame No flame without a fire Then tell me what those creatures are That would be thought both chaste fair If modesty it self appear With blushes in her face Think then the blood that danceth there Must revel in some other where To warm some other place Then tell me c. If on her neck her hair be spread With many a curious Ring Why sure that heat that curles the head Will make her mad to be in bed And do the other thing Then tell me c. Go ask but the Philosopher What gives her lips the Balm What spirit gives motion to her eye Which makes her brest to swell so high And gives moisture to her Palm Then tell me what those Creatures are That would be thought both chaste and fair Song 83. 'T Is true fair Celia that by thee I live That ev'ry kiss and ev'ry fond embrace Forms a new Soul within me and doth give A Balsom to the wound made by thy face Yet still methinks I miss That Bliss Which Lovers dare not name And onely then described is When flame doth meet with flame Those favors which do bless me ev'ry day Are yet but empty and Platonical Think not to please your servants with half pay Good Gamesters never stick to throw at all Who can endure to miss That Bliss Which Lovers dare not name And onely then described is When flame doth meet with flame If all those sweets within you must remain Unknown and ne'r enjoy'd like hidden treasure Nature as well as I will lose her name And you as well as I your youthful pleasure We wrong our selves to miss That Bliss Which Lovers dare not name And onely then described is When flame doth meet with flame Our souls which long have peep'd at one another Out of the narrow Casements of our eyes Shall now by love conducted meet together And in their mutual pleasures sympathize Then then we shall not miss That Bliss Which Lovers dare not name And onely then described is When flame doth meet with flame Song 84. I Keep my Horse I keep my Whore I take no Rents yet am not poor I travel all the Land about And yet was born to never a foot With Partridge plump and Woodcock fine I do at midnight often dine And if my whore be not in case My Hostess Daughter has her place The maids sit up and watch their turns If I stay long the Tapster mourns The Cook-maid has no minde to sin Though tempted by the Chamberlin But when I knock Oh how they bustle The Hostler yawns the Geldings justle If maid but sleep Oh how they curse her And all this come of deliver your Purse Sir Song 85. I Wo' not go to 't I mun not go to 't For love not yet for see For I am a maid and will be a maid And a good one till I d ee Yet mine intent I could repent For one mans Company Song 86. HE that marries a merry Lass He has most cause to be sad For let her go free in her merry tricks She 'l work his patience mad But he that marries a scold a scold He has most cause to be merry For when she 's in her fits He may cherish his wits With singing heigh down derry He that weds a roaring Girl That will both scratch and fight Though he study all day To make her away Will be glad to please her at night And he that copes with a sullen wench That scarce will speak at all Her doggedness more Than a Scold or a Whore Will penetrate his gall He that 's matcht with a Turtle Dove That has no spleen about her Shall waste so much life In love of his wife He had better be without her Catch 87. THe parch't earth drinks the rain Tree's drink off that again Rivers the Sea's do quaff Sol drinks the Ocean off And when that health is done Pale Cynthia drinks the Sun Friends why do ye chide And stern my drinking tide Thinking to make me sad I will I will be mad Song 88. COmmit thy ship unto the winde But not thy faith to woman-kinde There is more safety in the wave Than in the trust that women have There is none good yet if it fall Some one proove good among them all Some strange intents the Fates have had To make a good thing of a bad Song 89. LIke to the falling of a star Or as the flight of Eagles are Or like the fresh Springs gaudy hue Or silver Drops of Morning dew Or like a winde that chaffes the flood Or Bubbles which on water stood Even such is man whose borrowed light Is straight calld in and paid to Night The Winde blows out the Bubble dies The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies The Dew's dry'd up the Star is shot The Flight is past and man forgot Song 90. LIke a Ring without a finger Or a Bell without a Ringer Like a Horse was never ridden Or a feast and no Guest bidden Like a well without a Bucket Or a Rose if no man pluck it Just such as these may she be said That lives ne'r loves but dies a maid The Ring if worn the finger decks The Bell pull'd by the Ringer speaks The Horse doth ease if he be ridden The Feast doth please if Guest be bidden The Bucket draws the water forth The Rose when pluckt is still more worth Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like to a Stock not grafted on Or like a Lute not play'd upon Like a Jack without a weight Or a Barque without a fraight Like a Lock without a Key Or a Candle in the day Just such as these may she be said That lives ne're loves but dies a maid The graffed Stock doth bear best fruit There 's musick in the finger'd Lute The Weight doth make the Jack go ready The Fraight doth make the Barque go steady The Key the Lock doth open right The Candle 's useful in the night Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like a Call without Anon Sir Or a Question and no Answer Like a Ship was never rigg'd Or a Myne was never digg'd Like a Wound without a Tent Or Silver Box without a Scent Just such us these may she be said That lives ne're loves but dies a maid Th' Anon Sir doth obey the Call The civil Answer pleaseth all Who rig's a Ship sayls with the winde Who digs a Myne doth Treasure finde The Wound by
wholesom Tent hath ease The Box perfum'd the senses please Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like Marrow-bone was never broken Or Commendations and no Token Like a Fort and none to win it Or like the Moon and no man in it Like a School without a Teacher Or like a Pulpit and no Preacher Just such as these may she be said That lives ne'r loves but dies a maid The broken Marrow-bone is sweet The Token doth adorn the Greet There 's Triumph in the Fort being won The man rides glorious in the Moon The School is by the Teacher still'd The Pulpit by the Preacher filld Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like a Cage without a Bird Or a thing too long deferr'd Like the Gold was never tryed Or the Ground unoccupied Like a House that 's not possessed Or the Book was never pressed Just such as these may she be said That lives ne'r loves but dies a maid The Bird in Cage doth sweetly sing Due season sweetens every thing The Gold that 's try'd from dross is pur'd There 's profit in the Ground manur'd The House is by possession graced The Book well press'd is most embraced Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Song 91. THe Wit hath long bâ—holden been Unto the Cap to keep it in Let now the Wit â—lie out amain In praise to quit the Cap again The Cap that owâ— the highest part Obtain'd that place by due desert For every Cap whatever it be Is still the sign of some degree The Cap doth stand each Head can show Above the Crown the King 's below The Cap is nearer Heav'n than we A sign of greater Majesty When off the Cap we chance to take The Head and Feet obeysance make For ev'ry Cap whatever it be Is still the sign of some degree The Munmouth Cap the Saylors Thrum And that wherein the Tradesmen come The Physick Law the Cap Divine And that which crowâ—s the Muses Nine The Caps that fools do countenance The goodly Cap of Maintenance And ev'ry Cap c The sickly Cap both plain and wrought The Fudling Cap however bought The quilted furr'd the Velvet Satin For which so many fools learn Latin The Cruel Cap the â—ustian Fate The Perriwig a Cap of late And ev'ry Cap c. The Souldier that the Munmouth wear On Castle-tops their Ensigns rear The Sea-man with his Thrum doth stand On higher parts than all the land The Tradesmans Cap aloft is born By vantage of some say a Horn And evâ—ry Cap c. The Physick Cap to dust can bring Without controul the greatest King The Lawyers Cap hath heav'nly might To make a crooked Action right Which being round and endless knows To make as endless any Cause Thus ev'ry Cap c. Both east and west both north and south Where e're the Gospel findes a mouth The Cap Divine doth thither look T is square like Scholars and their Book The rest are round but this is square To shew their heads more stable are Thus ev'ry Cap c The Mortly Cap a man may wear Which makes him fâ—llow for a Peer And 't is no slender part of wit To act a fool where great men fit But oh the Cap of London Town I wis 't is like a Gyants Crown Thus ev'ry Cap c. The sickly Cap not wrought with silk Is like Repentance white as milk When Hats in Church drop off in haste This never leaves the Head uncas'd The sick mans Cap that 's wrought can tell Though he be sick his state is well Thus ev'ry Cap c. The Fudling cap by Bacchus might Turns night to day and day to night It Jove-like makes proud heads to bend And lowly facts makes to asend It makes men higher than before By seeing double all their store Thus ev'ry Cap c. This rounds the world within the brain And makes a Monarch of a Swain When it is on our heads we be Compleatly Armed Cap-a-pee The fur'd and quilted Cap of Age Can make a mouldy Proverb sage Thus ev'ry Cap c. The Sattin and the Velvet Hive Unto a Bishoprick doth drive Nay when a File of Capsy are seen in A square then thâ—s and next a linnen This triple Cap may raise some hope If fortune smile to be a Pope Thus ev'ry Cap c. Though Fustian Caps be slender wear The head is of no better gear The Cruel Cap is knit like Hose For them whose zeal takes cold i' th Nose Whose Purity doth think it meet To cloath alike thâ— head and feet This Cap would fain but cannot be The onely sign of no degree The Perriwig oh that declares The rise of Flesh but fall of Hairs And none but Grandees can proceed So far in sin that this they need Before their Prince which cover'd are And onely to themselves go bare This Cap of all the Caps that be Is now the sign of high degree Song 91. CAst our Caps and Care away This is Beggars Holiday In the world look out and see Where 's so happy a King as he At the Crowning of our King Thus we ever dance and sing Wher'e 's the Nat'on lives so free And so merry as do we Be it Peace or be it War Here at liberty we are Hang all Officers we cry And the Magistrates too by We enjoy our ease and rest To the fields we are not prest When the Subsidy's encreast We are not a penny ceast Nor are call'd into the Town To be troubled with a Gown Nor will any go to law With a Beggar for a straw All which happiness he brags He doth owe unto his rags Song 93. I Lov'd a Lass a fair one As fair as e're was seen She was indeed a rare one Another Sheba Queen But fool as then I was I thought she lov'd me too But now alas sh 'as lâ—ft me Falero lero loo Her hair like gold did glister Each eye was like a star She did surpass her sister Which past all others far â—he would me Honey call â—he'd oh she 'd kiss me too â—ut now alas sh 'as left me Falero lero loo 〈◊〉 summer time to Medley â—y love and I would go â—he Boat-man he stood ready My Love and I to rowe For Cream there would we call For Wine and Cheese-cakes too But now alas c. Many a merry Meeting My Love and I have had She was my onely Sweeting She made my heart full glad The tears stood in her eyes Like to the Morning-dew But now alas c. And when abroad we walked As Lovers fashion is Oft as we sweetly talked The sun would steal a Kiss The winde upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew But now alas c. Her cheeks were like the Cherry Her Skin as white as snow When she was blythe and merry She Angle-like did show Her Waste exceeding small The Fives did fit her shooe But now
alas c. In Summer time or Winter She had her hearts desire I still did scorn to stint her From Sugar Sack or Fire The world went round about No cares we ever knew But now alas c. As we walked home together At midnight through the town To keep away the weather O're her I 'de cast my Gown No cold my Love should feel What e're the Heavens could do But now alas c. Like Doves we would be billing And clip and kiss so fast Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last They 're Judas Kisses now Since she hath prov'd untrue For now alas c. To Maidens Vows and Swearing Henceforth no credit give You may give them the hearing But never them believe They are as false as fair Unconstant frail untrue For mine alas c. If ever Madam Nature For this false Lovers sake Another loving creature Like unto her would make Let her remember this To make the other true For this alas c. No riches now can raise me No want makes me despair No misery amaze me Nor yet for want I care I have lost a world it self My Earthly Heaven adieu Since she alas hath left me Falero lero loo Song 94. BE not proud pretty one for I must love thee Thou art fair but unkinde yet dost thou move me Red are thy lips and checks like rosie blushes The flame that 's from thine eyes burns me to ashes And on thy breast the place of Love's abiding Sits Cupid now enthron'd my pains deriding Song 95. THe silver Swan who living had no note Till death approach'd and lockt her silent throat Leaning her brest against a â—eedy shore She sung her first and last and sung no more Farewel all joys oh Death come close my eyes More geese than swans now live more fools than wise Song 96. On Cupid CVpid's no God a wanton Childe His Art 's too weak his Powr's too milde No active heat nor noble fire Feathers his Arrows with desire 'T is not his Bow or Shaft 't is Venus Eye Makes him adoâ—'d and crowns his Deity Song 97. MY Lodging it is on the cold ground And very hard is my fare But that which troubles me most is The unkindness of my Dear Yet still I cry O turn Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that I long for And alack what remedy I 'le crown thee with Garlands of straw then And I 'le marry thee with a Rush Ring My frozen hopes shall thaw then And merrily we will sing Oh turn to me my dear Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone canst Procure my liberty But if thou wil harden thy heart still And be deaf to my pit ful moan Then I must endure the smart still And tumble in straw all alone Yet still I cry Oh turn Love And I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art The cause of my misery Song 98. AMong Rose-buds slept a Bee Wak'd by Love who could not see His soft finger that was stung Then away poor Cupid flung First he ran then flew about And to Venus thus cry'd out Help Mother help Oh I 'm undone A Scorpion hath stung her Son 'T was a serpent it could flie For 't had wings as well as I Countrey swains call this a Bee But oh this hath muâ—thered me Son said Venus if the sting Of a Flie such torment bring Think oh think on all those hearts Pierced by thy burning darts Song 96. HE deserved much better than so In the thick Woods to be lost Where the Nut-trees grew so low As if they had been nipt with the Frost Oh whither whither my Love dost thou go Song 100. ABout the sweet bag of a Bee Two Cupids fell at ods And whose the pretty prize should be They vow'd to ask the Gods Which Venus hearing thither came And for their boldness stript them And taking thence from each his flame With rods of Mirtle whipt them Which done to still their wanton cryes And quiet grown sh' had seen them She kist and dry'd their Dove-like eyes And gave the Bag between them Song 101. See See CHloris my Chloris comes in yonder bark Blow gently winds for if ye sink that Ark You 'l drown the world with tears and at one breath Give to us all an universal death Hark hark how Arion on a Dolphin plays To my sweet Shepherdess his Roundelayes See how the Syreus flock to wait upon her As Queen of Love and they her Maids of Honor. Behold great Neptune's risen from the deep With all his Tritons and begins to sweep The rugged waves into a smoother form Not leaving one small wrinckle of a storm Mark how the winds stand still and on her gaze See how her beauty doth the fish amaze The Whales have beg'd this boon of winde and weather That on their backs they may convey her thither And see she Lands just like the rising Sun That leaves the bryny lake when night is done Fly fly Amintor to thy envy'd bliss And let not th' earth rob thee of her greeting Kiss Song 102. ALas poor Cupid art thou blind Canst not thy bow and Arrows find Thy Mother sure the wanton plays And lays 'em up for Holy days Then Cupid mark how kind I 'le be Because thou once wert so to me I 'le arm thee with such powerful darts Shall make thee once more God of hearts My Chloris arms shall be thy Bow Whâ—â—h none but Love can bend you know Heâ— precious hairs shall make the string Which of themselves wound every thing Then take but arrows from her eyes And all you shoot at surely dies Song 103. BRing back my comfort and return For well thâ—u know'st that I that I In such a vigorous passion burn That missing thee I die Return return insult no more Return return and me restore To those sequestred joys I had before Song 104. I Love thee for thy fickleness And grant inconstancy For hadst thou been a constant Lass Then thou hadst ner lov'd me I love thee for thy wantonness And for thy Drollery For if thou hadst not lov'd sport Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me I love thee for thy Poverty And for thy want of Coin For if thou hadst been worth a Groat Then thou hadst ne r been mine I love thee for thy ugliness And for thy foolery For if thou hadst been fair or wise Then thou hadst ne'r lov'd me Then let me have thy heart a while And thou shalt have my money I 'le part with all the wealth I have T' enjoy a Lass so bonny Song 105. THy love is chaâ—te they tell thee so But how young Souldier shalt thou know Do by her As by thy Sword Take no friends word But try her 'T will raise her Honor one step higher Fame has her tryal at Loves bar Deisy'd Venus from a Star Shoots her lustre She had never been Goddess't If
Mars had been modest Try and trust her Song 106. DRink to me Boy Here 's to thee Boy A Health t' our Master A nobler never obey'd I Couple him with my Lady Never man had a chaster Match the Vice-Roy as even With his Royal Creator To the King bless him Heav'n And a Pox take the Traitor Song 107. A Dialogue between the Evening and a Boy Evening I Am the Ev'ning dark as night Jack-with-the-lanthorn bring a light Iack Whither Whither Whither Evenâ—ng Hither hither hither Iack. Thou art some pratling eccho of my making Evening Thou art a foolish fire by thy mistaking I am the Ev'ning that creates thee Iack. My Lanthorn and my Candle waits thee Evening Those Flajolets which we hear play Are Reapers who have lost their way They play they sing they dance a round Lead them up here 's Fairy ground Chorus Let the men ware the Ditches Maids look to your Breeches We 'l scratch them with Briars and Thistles When the Flajolets cry We are a dry Pond-water shall wet their whistles Song 108. THis is not the Elysian Grove Nor can I meet my slaughter'd love Within these shades come death and be At last as merciful to me As in my dearest Dear loves fall Thou shewdst thy self Tyrannical Then did I die when he was slain But kill me now I live again And shall go meet him in a Grove â—airer than any here above Oh let this woful life expire Why should I wish Evadne's fire Sad Portia's Doals or Lucrece Knife To rid me of a loathed life 'T is shame enough that grief alone Kill me not now when thou art gone But life since thou art slow to go I 'le punish thee for lasting so And make thee piece-meal every day Dissolve to tears and melt away Song 109. CHloris when e're you do intend To venture at a bosom friend Be sure you know your servant well Before your liberty you sell For loves a feavour in young or old Is sometimes hot and sometimes cold And men you know when e're they please Can soon be sick of this disease Then wisely chuse a friend that may Last for â—n Age not for a day That loves thee not for lip or eye But for a mutual Sympathy To such a friend thy heart engage For he will court thee in old age And kiss thy hollow wrinckled brow With as much joy as he does know Song 110. THe Master the Swabber the Boatswain and I The Gunner and his Mate Lov'd Mall Meg and Marina and Margery But none of us care'd for Kate For she has a tongue with a tang Would cry to a Saylor go hang She lov'd not the savor of Tar nor of Pitch Yet a Saylor might scratch her where e're she did itch Then to Sea boys and let her go hang. Song 111. BRight Aurel a I do owe All the Woe I can know To those glorious looks alone Though you are unrelenting stone The quick lightning from your eyes Did sacrifice My unwise My unweary harmless heart And now you glory in my smart How unjustly you do blame That pure flame From you came Vext with what your self may burn Your scorns to tinder did it turn The least spark now love can call That does fall On the small Scorcht remainder of my heart Will make it burn in every part Song 112. BEauty and Love once fell at odds And thus revil'd each other Quoth Love I am one of the Gods And you wait on my Mother Thou hast no power o're men at all But what I gave to thee Nor art thou longer fair or sweet Than men acknowledge me Away fond Boy then Beauty said We see that thou art blind But men have knowing eyes and can My graces better find 'T was I begot thee mortals know And call'd thee Blind desire I made the Arrows and thy Bow And wings to kindle fire Love here in anger flew away And streight to Vulcan pray'd That he would tip his shafts with scorn To punish this proud maid So Beauty ever since hath bin But courted for an hour To love a day is now a sin 'Gainst Cupid and his power Song 112. BRightest since your pitying eye Saves whom it once condemn'd to die Whom lingring time did long dismay You have reliev'd in this short day Propitious Gods themselves can do no more Slow to destroy but active to restore From your fair but absent look Cold death her pale Artillery took Till gentle Love that dart supprest And lodg'd a milder in your brest Like fam'd Achillis mistick spear thus you Both scatter wounds and scatter balsam too Song 113. LOve and wenching are toys And at best but vain joys Fit to please beardless boys That sigh and pule till they are weary When they visit their misses And boast of their kisses I 'le not envy their blisses While Vertue consists in Canary Song 114. DIsputes daily arise and errors grow bolder Philosophers prattle and so does the sizer The more we should know then by being the older But plainly't appears there 's no body wiser He that spends what he has and wisely drinks all 'T is he is the man Ma-the-ma-ti-cal Song 115. WHere the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips Bell I lie There I croutch when Owls do cry On the Bats back I do fly After Summer merrily Merrily merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bow Song 116. WHo is Silvia What is she That all our Swains commend her Holy fair and wise is she The Heav'n such gâ—â—ce did lend her That she might admired be Is she kinde as she is fair For beauty lives with kindness Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness And being helpd inhabits there Then to Silvia let us sing That Silvia is excelling She surmounts each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling To her let us garlands bring A Drinking Catch or Song 117. HE that will look for a Swallows nest A swallows nest a swallows nest Must look in the Chimney high And he that would look for a minikin Lass And a trimmikin Lass and a tinnikin Lass Must chuse her by her black eye And he that will fish for frogs Must fish all in this well And all those That will fuddle their nose That will fuddle their nose Must come where good Alo's to sell. Song 118. YOu spotted Snakes with double tongue Thorny Hedge-hogs be not seen Newts and Blind-worms do no wrong Come not near our fairy Queen Philomele with melody Sing in your sweet lullaby Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely Lady nigh So good night with lullaby Weaving Spiders come not here Hence you long-leg'd Spiders hence Beetles black approach not near Worm nor Snail do no offence Philomele with melody c. Hence away now all is well One aloof stand Sentinel Song 119. TEll me where is Fancy bred Or in the heart or in the head How begot how nourished It is ingendred in the eyes With
for a slave Art thou here and heardst me rave Fly not sparkles from mine eye To shew my indignation nigh Am I not all foam and fire With voice as hoarse as a Town cryer How my back opes and shuts together With fury as old mens with weather Couldst thou not hear my teeth knack hither Thou nasty scurvy mungril Toad Mischief on thee light upon thee All the plagues that can confound thee Or did ever raign abroad Better a thousand lives it cost Than have brave Anger spilt or lost Song 133. PEace and silence be the guide To the Man and to the Bride If there be a Joy yet new In marriage let it fall on you That all the world may wonder If we should stay we should do worse And turn our blessings to a curse By keeping you asunder Another 134. JO Hymen Jo Hymen Jo Hymen Was wont to be still the old Song At high Nuptial Feasts Where the merry merry merry Guests With joy and good and wishes did throng But to this new Wedding new notes do I bring To rail at thee Hymen while sadly I sing Fie ô Hymen fie ô Hymen fie ô Hymen What hands and what hearts dost thou knit A widow that 's poor And a very very whore To an Heir that wants nothing but wit Yet thus far ô Hymen thy answer is made When his means are spent they may live by her trade Song 135. GIve me more love or more disdain The torrid or the frozen Zone Bring equal case unto my pain The temperate afford me none Either extream of love or hate Is sweeter than a calm estate Give me a storm if it be love Like Danae in a golden showre I swim in pleasure if it prove Disdain that torrent will devour My Vulture hopes And he 's possest Of heaven that 's but from hell releast Then crown my Joys or cure my pain Give me more love or more disdain Song 136. TEll me prithee faithless Swain Tell me prithee faithless Swain Why you did such passion feign On purpose to deceive me I no sooner lov'd again But you again to leave me Phillis we must blame our fate Phillis we must blame our fate Kindness bears a certain date And e're those Joys we tasted You in peevishness and state The time had almost wasted 'T was my love did yours destroy 'T was my love did yours destroy Strephon had I still been coy I know you still would prize me Think you dream'd you did enjoy And then you 'l not despise me Love like other native fires Love like other native fires Leaves what 's burnt and strait desires Fresh Objects to be choosing Repetition always tyres And all 's the worse for using Once again thy love pursue Once again thy love pursue And my scorns I will renew But passion doth so sway me That should I my sighs subdue My tears would soon betray me Sigh no more nor weep in vain Sigh no more nor weep in vain Nymph your Beauty soon will gain A more deserving Lover Slaves that once have broke their chains You hardly can recover Song 137. TEll me no more you love in vain Fair Celia you this passion feign Can those pretend to love that do Refuse what love perswades us too Who once has felt his active flame Dull Laws of Honor does disdain You would be thought his slave and yet You will not to his pow'r submit More cruel then those Beauties are Whose coyness wounds us with despair For all the kindness which you show Each Smile and Kiss which you bestow Are like those Cordials which we give To dying men to make them live And languish cut an hour in pain Be kinder Celia or Disdain Song 138. HOw happy art thou and I That never knew how to love There 's no such Blessings here beneath What e're there is above 'T is Liberty 't is Liberty Every wise man doth love Song 139. WHy should onely Man be ty'd To a foolish female thing When all Creatures else beside Birds and Beasts change every Spring Who would then to one be bound When so many may be found Why should I my self confine To the limits of one place When I have all Europe mine Where I list to run my race Who would theâ— to one be bound When so many may be found Would you think him wise that now Still one sort of meat doth eat When both Sea and Land allow Sundry sorts of other meat Who would then to one be bound When so many may be found E're old Saturn chang'd his throne Freedom reign'd and banisht strife Where was he that knew his own Or who call'd a woman wife Who would then to one bound When so many may be found Ten times happier are those men That enjoy'd those golden days Until time 's redress'd agen I will never Hymen praise Who is it would to one be bound When so many may be found Song 140. LOve's Empire as the world is wide All living creatures Lovers be And those which have no life beside Love by a secret sympathy Nay Gods themselves who limit destiny To Love's almighty Scepter subject be Under gilt Rooâ—s in humble Cells In Desarts and in Princes Courts This uncontrouled Power dwells Love unto every place resorts And all the world under his yoke does faint But he 's a Monarch that brooks no restraint Song 141. OH Chloris would the Gods allow We e're might love as we love now What greater Joys hath earth in store Or Heav'n it self to give us more For nothing sure so sweet can prove As pleasures of beginning Love But Love when to its heighth arriv'd Of all our Joys is shortest liv'd Its morning past it sets so soon That none can finde the afternoon And of that little time is lent Half in unkindness is mis-spent Since Fate to Love such short life gives And Love 's so tender whilst it lives Let us remove main fears away So to prevent its first decay For Love like blood let out before Will loose its power and cure no more Song 142. NO no thou all of red and white Thou hast not yet undone me quite For I have lost but half my heart Yet I confess the wound doth smart Then pretty thief oh steal no more But let me keep one part in store Sure half 's too much for thee of mine Unless I had some share in thine Though thou art fair and though thou' rt young And though thou hast a pretty tongue And every word that thou dost say Might lead a Princes heart astray Yet all those Traps will ne'r catch me I must have kinder Snares from thee 'Lass thou shalt see I can retreat And not lie conquer'd at thy feet 'T is true if I did keep the field At length I must be forc'd to yield Not like a Coward will I flie Nor like a fool will stay and die With half my heart I 'le march away Then t'other part not long will stay A heart divided knows no power Nor
will submit above an houre Reproach me not though heretofore â—onely freedome did adore â—nd brag that none though kind as fair The loss of it could half repair Since I now willingly do yield To Chloris beauty all the field With greater Joys I do resign My freedom though thou e're kepst thine And am resolv'd constant to prove Should her neglect transcend my love Strange charms they are which make me burn Without the hopes of a return To see and not to be in love A wonder like her self would prove Whose charms by Nature and by Art Do each of them deserve a heart For which my sorrows are not small I have but one to pay them all I must confess a while I strove With reason to resist my love All saints sometimes 'gainst death do pray Though it be to heaven their onely way 'T is onely Chloris hath the skill To make me blest against my will Nor will I so much as endure To think inconstancy a Cure For were I to that sin so bent It sure wou'd prove my punishment Here to adore I must confess Is beter than elsewhere Success Song 143. WAke all ye dead what Ho what Ho How soundly they sleep whose pillars lie low They minde not poor Lovers who walk above On the decks of the world in storms of love No whisper now nor glance can pass Through wickâ—â—s or through panes of glass For our windows and doors are shut and barr'd Lie close in the Church and in the Church-yard In ev'ry grave make room make room The worldâ—s at an end and we come we come The State is now Loves foe Loves foe Has seiz'd on his Arms his Quiver and Bowe Has pinion'd his Wings and fetter'd his Feet Because he made way for Lovers to meet But oh sad chance his Judge was old Hearts cruel grow when blood grows cold No man being young his Process would draw Oh Heavens that Love should be subject to Law Lovers go wooe the dead the dead Lie two in a grave and to bed to bed Song 144. IN faith 't is true I am in love 'T is your black eyes have made me so My resolutions they remove And former niceness overthrow The glowing Char-coals set on fire A heart that former flames did shun Who as Heretick unto desire Now 's judg'd to suffer Matyrdom But Beauty since it is thy fate At distance thus to wound so sure Thy Vertues I wâ—ll imitate And see if distance prove a Cure Then farewel Mistriss farewel Love Those lately entertain'd desires Wise men can from that plague remove Farewel black eyes and farewel fires If ever I my heart acquit Of those dull flames I 'le bid a pox On all black eyes and swear they 'r sit For nothing but a Tinder-box Song 145. I Happy saw and faithful lov'd Which I shall ever ever do Not to be constant call'd and prov'd For that I am compell'd unto For she that in her love do's think of fame Love 's not for the right end but for a name Compell'd to love by parts divine I follow them whom Angels tend Then tell me can my love decline Whose lowest object do's ascend No I must love him and will prove it then She 's the best woman loves the best of men Song 146. OUr Ruler hath got the Vertigo of State The world turns round in his Politick pate He steers in a Sea where his course cannot last And bears too much sail for the strength of his Mast. Let him plot all he can Like a Politick man Yet love though a Child may fit him The small Archer though blind Such an arrow will finde As with an old trick shall hit him Sure Angelo knows loves party is strong Love melts like soft wax the hearts of the young And none are so old but they think on the taste And weep with remembrance of kindnesses past Let him plot all c. Love in the foolish is held a mad fit And madness in fools is reckon'd for wit The wise value love as fools wisdome prize Which when they can't gain they seem to despise Let him plot all c. Cold Cowards all perils of anger shun To dangers of love they leap when they run The Valiant in frolicks did follow the boy When he led em a dance from Greece to Troy Let him plot all c. Song 147. FOnd love what dost thou mean To court an idle folly Platonick love is nothing else But meerly melancholly 'T is active love that makes us jolly To dote upon a face Or court a sparkling eye Or to esteem a dimpled cheek Compleat felicity 'T is to betray ones liberty Then pray be not so fond Think you that women can Rest satisfy'd with Complements The froathy part of man No no they hate a Puritan They care not for your sighs Nor your erected eyes They hate to hear a man complain Alas he dies he dies Believ 't they love a closer prize Then venter to embrace 'T is but a smack or two I 'm confident no woman lives But sometimes she will do The fault lies not in her but you Song 148. SIlly heart forbear Those are murdering eyes In the which I swear Cupid lurking lies See his Quiver see his Bowe too see his Dart Fly O fly fly O fly Thou foolish heart Song 149. POor Artaxander long hath woo'd Faiâ— Celia but in vain For she on terms of Honour stood Though never on disdain His kind addressâ—s as a charm Sometimes she 'd entertain With soft embraces close and warm Yet streight grow cold again Song 150. THou Deity swift wing'd Love Sometimes below sometimes above Little in shape but great in power Thou that mak'st thy heart a tower And thy loop-holes Ladies eyes From whence thou strik'st the fond and wise Did all the shafts in thy fair Quiver Stick fast in my ambitious Lâ—ver Yet thy power would I adore And call upon thee to shoot more Shoot more shoot more Song 151. O Cupid turn away thy Bow Thy pow'r we maids both feel and know Fair Cupid turn away thy Bow They be those golden Arrows Bring Ladies all their sorrows And till there be more truth in men Never shoot at maids agâ—n Song 152. FAin would I wake thee sweet but fear I should invite you to worse chear In your Dreams you cannot fair Meaner than Musick no compare None of your slumbers are compil'd Under the pleasures makes a Child Your day-delights so well compact That what you think turns all to act Id wish my self no better play Your dream by night your thought by day Wake gently wake part softly from your dreams The morning flies To your fair eyes To take her special beams Song 153. LEt the Bells ring And the Boys sâ—ng The young Lassâ—s trip and play Let the Cups go round Till round goes the ground Our Learned Vicar we 'l sâ—ay Let the Pig turn merrily hey And let the fat Goose swim For verily verily hey Our Vicar this day shall
be tâ—im The stew'd Cock shall Crow cock a doodle dow A loud cock a doodle shall crow The Duck and the Drake Shall swim in a lake Of Onions and Claret below Our wives shall be neat To bring in our meat To thee our noble Adviser Our pains shall be great And our Pottles shall sweat And we our selves shall be wiser We 'l labor and swink We 'l kiss and we 'l drink And Tithes shall come thicker and thicker We 'l fall to the plough And get Children enough And thou shalt be learned O Vicar Song 154. HE that a Tinker a Tinker will be Let him leave other loves and come listen to me Though he travels all the day Yet he comes home still at night And dallies with his Doxie And dreams of delight His Pot and his Toast in the morning he takes And all day long good Musick he makes He wanders up and down to Wakes and to Fairs And casts his Cap at the Court and its cares When to the town the Tinker doth come Oh how the wanton wenches run Some bring him Basons some bring him Bowls All wenches pray him to stop up their holes Tink goes the Hammer the Skellet and the Scummer Come bring me the Copper Kettle For the Tâ—ker the tinker the merry merry tinker Oh he is the man of mettle Song 155. A Silly poor shepherd was folding his sheep He walked so long he got cold in his feet He laid on his coals by two and by three But the more he laid on the Cuc-colder was he Alas good wife what should we do now To buy us more fewel we 'l sell the brown Cow To buy us more coals to warm thee and me But the more he laid on the Cut-colder was he Some shepherds said she themselves can warm keep By feeding their slock and folding their sheep But when thou com'st home with thy tar-box and crook Oh how it grieves me how Cuc-cold thou dost look Alas good wife I walk through dew dirt and mire Whilst thou perhaps warm'st thy self without fire With a friend in a corner in some such sort as where by The warmer thou art the Cuc-colder am I Song 156. NOw that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With quick and active fire And made green Liv'ry's o're thâ—â—lains And every Grove a Quire Sing we this Song with mirth and merry glee And Bacchus crown the bowl And here 's to thee And thou to me And every thirsty soul. Shear sheep that have them cry we still But see that no man scape To take of the Sherry That makes us so merry And plump as the lusty grape Song 157. PIsh modest sipper to 't agen My sweetest joy The wine 's not coy As women are My dearest puling prethee then Prethee my fair Once more bedew those lips of thine Mend thy draught and mend the wine Since it hath tasted of thy lip Too quickly cloy'd How over-joy'd It cheersully Invites thee to another sip Methinks I see The wine perfum'd by thee my fair Bacchus himself is dabling there Once more dear soul nay prethee try Bath that Cherry In the Sherry The jocund wine Which sweetly smiles and courts thy eye As more divine Though thou take none to drink to me Takes pleasure to be drank by thee Nay my fair off with 't ost with it clean Well I perceive Why this you leave My love reveals And makes me guess what 't is you mean Because at meals My lips are kept from kissing thee Thou needs wilt kiss the Glass to me Song 158. THe Spaniard loves his ancient stâ—p A Lombard the Venetian And some like breechless women go The Rush Turk Iew and Grecian The thrifty French man wears smal waste The Duâ—ch his belly boasteth The English man is for thâ—m all And for each fashion coasteth The Turk in linnen wraps his head The Persian his in lawn too The Rush with Sable furrs his Cap And change will not be drawn to The Spaniards constant to his Black The French inconstant ever But of all the Felts that may be â—elt Give me the English Bever The German loves his Coney-wool The Irish-man his shag too The Welch his Monmouth loves to wear And of the same will brag too Some love the rough and some the smooth Some great and others small things But oh your liquorish English man He loves to deal in all things The Rush drinks Quass Dutch Lubecks Beer And that is strong and mighty The Britain he Metheglin quaffs The Irish Aqua vitae The French affects the Orleans Grape The Spanyard sips his Sherry The English none of these can scape But he withall makes merry The Italian in her high Chopen Scotch Lass and lovely Vroe too The Spanish Donna French Madam He doth not fear to go to Nothing so full of hazard dread Nought lives above the Center No health no fashion wine nor wench On which he wil not venture Song 159. FRom the fair Lavinian shore I your Markets come to store Muse not though so far I dwell And my wares come here to sell Such is the sacred Hunger of Gold Then come to my pack Where I cry What do you lack What do you buy For here it is to be sold. You whose birth and breeding base Are rank'd into a nobler race And whose Parents heretofore Neither Arms nor Scutheons bore First let me have but a touch of your Gold Then come to me Lad You shall have What your Dad Never gave For here it is to be sold. Madam for your wrinkled faâ—e Here 's Complexion it to grace Which if your earnest be but small It takes away the vertue all But if your Palms are anointed with gold Then you shall seem Like a Queen Of fifteen Though you are threescore year old Song 160. WHen Dasies py'd and Violets blew And Cuckow-buds of yellow hue And Lady-smocks all silver white Do paint the Meadows with delight The Cuckow then on every tree Mocks married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow a word of fear Unpleasing to a married ear When shepherds Pipe on Oaten straws And merry Larks are Plough-mens Clocks When Turtles tread and Rooks and Daws And Maidens bleach their Summer Smocks The Cuckow then on every tree Mocks married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow a word of fear Unpleasing to a married ear Song 161. AFter the pains of a desperate Lover When day and night I have sigh'd all in vain Ah what a pleasure it is to discover In her eyes pity who causes my pain Chorus Ah what c. When the Denial comes fainter and fainter And her eyes give what her tongue does deny Ah what a trembling I feel when I venter Ah what a trembling does usher my Joy Chor. Ah what c. When with unkindness our Love at a stand is And both have punish'd our selves with the pain Ah what a pleasure the touch of her hand is A what a pleasure to press it again Chor. Ah what c. When with a sigh
she accords me the blessing And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain Ah what a Joy Oh beyond all expressing Ah what a Joy to hear it again Chor. Ah what c. Song 162. CAlm was the Evening and clear was the Skie And new budding Flowers did spring When all alone went Amintas and I To hear the sweet Nightingale sing I sate and he laid him down by me And scarcely his breath he could draw But when with a fear He began to come near He was dasht with a ah ah ah He blusht to himself and lay still â—or a while And his modesty curb'd his desire But streightly convinc'd all his fears with a smile And added new flames to his fire Ah Silvia said he you are cruel To keep your poor Lover in awe Then once more he prest With his hands to my brest But was dasht with a ah ah ah I knew 't was his passions caus'd all his fear And therefore I pitied his case I whisper'd him softly there 's no body near And laid my check close to his face But as he grew bolder and bolder A shepherd came by us and saw And just as our bliss Began with a kiss He burst out with ha ha ha ha Song 163. WHen I sickles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears Log into the Hall And Milk comes frozen home in pail When blood is nipt and ways be foul Then nightly sings the staring Owl Tu-whit to-who a merry Note While greasie Ione doth keel the pot When all aloud the winde doth blow And coffing drowns the Parsons saw And Birds sits brooking in the snow And Marrians Nose looks red and raw When roasted Crabs hiss in the bowl Then nightly sings the staring Owl Tu-whit to-who a merry Note While greasie Ione doth keel the poâ— Song 164. TAke oh take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn And those eyes the break of day Lights that do mislead the morn But my kisses bring again Seals of Love but seal'd in vain Song 165. SIgh no more Ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never Then sigh not so But let them go And be you blith and bonny Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey Nony nony Sing no more Ditties sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy The fraud of men were ever so Since Summer first was leavy Then sigh not so But let them go And be you blithe and bony Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey Nony nony Song 166. A Maid I dare not tell her name For fear I should disgrace her Tempted a young man for to come One night and to embrace her But at the door he made a stop He made a stop he made a stop But she lay still and snoring said The Latch pull up the Latch pull up This young man hearing of her words Pull'd up the Latch and enter'd And in the place unfortunately To her Mothers Bed he venter'd But the poor maid was sore afraid And almost dead and almost dead But she lay still and snoring said The Truckle-bed the Truckle-bed Unto the Truckle-bed he went But as the youth was going Th' unlucky Cradle stood in 's way And almost spoil'd his wooing When after that the maid he spy'd The maid he spy'd the maid he spy'd But she lay still and snoring said The other side the other side Unto the other side he went To shew the love he meant her Pull'd off his Cloaths couragiously And falls to th' work he was sent for But the poor Maid made no reply Made no reply made no reply But she lay still and snoring said A little too high a little too high This lusty Lover was half asham'd Of her gentle admonition He thought to charge her home as well As any Girl could wish him O now my Love I 'm right I know I 'm right I know I 'm right I know But she lay still and snoring said A little too low a little too low Though by mistakes at length this youth His business so well tended He hot the mark so cunningly He defi'd the world to mend it O now my Love I 'm right I swear I 'm right I swear I 'm right I swear But she lay still and snoring said O there O there O there O there Song 167. I Can love for an hour When I 'm at leisure He that loves half a day Sins without measure Cupid come tell me what What art had thy Mother To make me love one Face More than another Men to be thought more wise Daily endeavor To make the world believe They can love ever Ladies believe them not They will deceive you For when they have their wills Then they will leave you Men cannot feast themselves VVith your sweet Features They love variety Of charming Creatures Too much of any thing Sets them a cooling Though they can nothing do They will be fooling Song 168. TOm and Will were Shepherds swains They lov'd and liv'd together VVhen fair Pastorâ— grac'd their Plains Alas why came she thither For though they fed two several Flocks They had but one desire Pastoras Eyes and amber Locks Sat both their hearts on fire Tom came of honest gentle Race By Father and by Mother Will was noble but alas He was a younger brother Tom was toysom Will was sad No Huntsman nor no Fowler Tom was held a proper Lad But Will the better Bowler Tom would drink her Health and swear The Nation could not want her Will could take her by the ear And with his voice inchant her Tom kept always in her sight And ne'r forgat his duty Will was witty and could write Smooth Sonnets on her Beauty Thus did she exercise her skill When both did dote upon her She graciously did use them still And still preserv'd her honor So cunning and so fair a she And of so sweet behavior That Tom thought he and Will thought he Was chiefly in her favor Which of those two she loved most Or whether she lov'd either 'T is thought they 'l finde it to their cost That she indeed lov'd neither For to the Court Pastora's gone ' Thad been no Court without her The Queen among her train had none Was half so fair about her Tom hung his Dog and threw away His Sheep-crook and his Wallet Will burst his Pipes and curst the day That e're he made a Sonnet Song 169. LAwn as white as driven Snow Cypress as black as e're was Crow Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses Masks for Faceâ— and for Noses Bugle-bracelets Neck-lace Amber Perfume for a Ladies Chamber Golden Quoifs and Stomachers For my Lads to give their Dears Pins and Poaking-sticks of steel Come buy of me Come Come buy come buy Buy Lads or else your Lasses cry Come buy Will you buy any Tape Or Lace for your Cape My dainty Duck my Dear-a Any Silk any Thread Any Toys for your
off his Gold Then hark well And mark well See what will befal They are twenty sworn Brethren Tradesmen all The third was a Padder That fell to decay And when he was living Took to the High-way The forth is a Mill-Ken To crack up a door Hee 'l venture to rob both The Rich and the Poor The fifth is a Glasier Who when he creeps in To pinch all the Lurry He thinks it no sin Then hark well c. The sixt is a Foyl-cloy That not one Hick spares And the seventh is a Budgg To track up the staires The eight is a Bulk That can Bulk any Hick If the Master be napt Then Bulk he is sick The ninth is a Ginny To lift up a Grate The sees but the Lurry With his Hooks he will bate Then hark well c. â—he tenth is a Shop-lift â—hat carries a Bob â—hen he ranges the City The Shops for to Rob. The eleventh is a Bubber Much used of late He goes to the Alehouse And steals there the plate The twelfth a Trapan If a Cull he doth meet He naps all his Cole And turns him i' th' street Then hark well c. The thirteenth a Fambler False Rings for to sell When a Mob he has bit His Cole he will tell The fourteenth a Gamester If he sees the Hick sweet He presently drops down A Cog in the street The fifteenth a Prancer Whose courage is small If they catch him Horse courssing He 's noozed for all Then hark well c. The sixteenth a Sheep-napper Whose trade 's so deep If he 's caught in the Corn He 's mark't for a Sheep The seventeenth a Dun-aker That will make vow's To go in the Country And steal all the Cows The eighteenth a Kid-napper Spirits young men Though he tip them the piks They nap him agen Then hark well c. The nineteenth is a Prigger Of the Cacklers Goes into the Country To visit the Farmers He steals their Poultry And thinks it no sin When into the Hen-roost I' th' night he gets in The twentieth a Thief-catcher So we him call If he nap a poor Tradesman He pays for all Then hark well c. There 's many more craftsmen Which I could name That do use such like trades Yet think it no shame These may a poor Convert Confess to his grief Are all the black Trades Of a Gentleman Thief Who though a good Workman Is seldome made free Till he rides on a Cart To be noozed on a Tree Then hark well And mark well See what doth befal 'T was the end of these twenty Sworn Brethren all Song 180. COme hither sweet Melancholly Now t is time to be Jolly Dame Fortune is poor And Venus a whore And Cupid is full of his folly I cannot but laugh to see men Thus dote on foolsh women Accursed are they With such Puppets to play And blessed is he that 's a free-man For as once I dearly lov'd a creature For vertue more than feature But she is grown coy That then was my Joy And she is of a weather-cock nature I lov'd her as a sister A thousand times I kist her Yet nevertheless I mist her These words in her mouth were common She 'd marry my self or no man But away she flew Like a Hawk from mew So fickle a thing is woman Chaste Life shall be my study My Closet a Walk that 's woody And during my life I 'le ne'r have a wife She 'l make my brains grow muddy My Muse shall be my Bedfellow A Bundle of Books my pillow And in stead of a Horn My bed I 'le adorn With a Garland made of Willow I 'le never more trust a woman That will prove constant to no man She sets up her guiles With flattering smiles With a purpose to undo man For they are always so fickle And in their behavior brittle Like grass that is old And falls from the mould They are sit to be trim'd with a sickle False Fondling now I 'le leave thee For thou wilt of my wits bereave me Although I am blind I evermore find Thou art constant to decieve me Prime youth lasts not age will follow And make all white thy Tresses yellow And when time shall date thy glory Then too late thou wilt be sorry Song 181. A King lives not a braver life Than we merry pris'ners do Though fools in freedom do conceive That we are in want and wo. When we never take care For providing our fare We have one that doth purvay For victual day by day What pray then can a King have more Than one that doth provide his store Kings have a Keeper so have we Although he be not a Lord Yet shall strut and swell as big as he And command all with a word All the Judges do appear Twice before us ev'ry year Where each one of us doth stand With the Law in his own hand Can Kings command then more than we Who of all Laws Commanders be Each to the Hall walks in his chain Where our Guard about us stand And all the Country comes in amain At holding up of a hand Though our Chaplain cannot preach Yet he 'l suddenly you teach To read of the hardest Psalm Doth not he deserve the Palm Ye Courtiers all ye cannot show Such Officers as these I trow Song 182. IN Love away you do me wrong I hope I have not liv'd so long Freed from the treach'ries of your eyes Now to be caught and made your prize No Lady 't is not all your Art Can make me and my freedom part In love with what with spanish Wine Or the French Juice in carnadine The Dimple or the other Grace But not in Love with your fair Face No there 's more sweetnâ—ss in pure wine Than either looks or lips of thine Your God you say can shoot so right Hee l wound a heart in th' darkest night Pray let him fling away his dart And see if he can hit my heart No Cupid know if thou'lt be mine Turn Gaâ—imedâ— and fill some Wine Then fill a cup of Perry And we will be merry There 's nought but pure wine Makes us Love sick and pine I le hug the cup and kiss it And sigh if I miss it 'T is that makes us Jolly Sing hey trolly lolly Song 183. A Maiden fair I dare not wed For fear I wear Acteons head A Maiden black is ever proud The little one is ever loud A Maiden that is tall of growth Is always subject unto sloth The fair the foul the little the tall Some fault remains among them all Song 184. NOw by my love the greatest Oath that is There 's none that loves thee half so well as I I do not neither ask your love for this For Heavens sake believe me or I die No faithful servant e're but did deserve His Master should believe that he did serve And I ask no more wages though I starve My love fair Beauty like thy self is pure Nor could I e're
each mans talk Is of the happy pair And what will be Done when they united are They prophecy They 're busie tongues on that do clink The Ladies will not speak but think Now to the Temple they draw neer Where jolly Hymen do's appear Without his Saffron Robe that there might be No emblem of ensuing jealousie The Priest begins their hearts and hands he joyns And their loves with the mystery refines The Bridegroom then Curses the slow pac'd Vicar That in the Ceremony is no quicker Now home they go to eat to drink to dance And at the Bride to glance The lusty Bridegroom's Spring-tide of his blood Swells in a purple flood Which puts him to such pains In his distended veins It longs to ebbe and now the night has hurl'd Her Sable Curtains over half the world When we by whisprings discry A Plot against Virginity The Ladies steal the Bride away Th' impatient Bridegroom brooks no stay But slinks away and thither all do swarm The Bridal Ceremony's to perform Then we withdraw nor may the Candles stay 'Cause they are emblems of th' unwish't for day My Muse dare say no more but leaves the thâ—am To ev'ry man and woman that nights dream Song 198. WHen Celia I intend to flatter you And tell you lies to make you true I swear There 's none so fair There 's none so fair And you believe it too Oft have I matcht you with the Rose and said No twins so like hath Nature made But 't is Onely in this Onely in this You prick my hand and fade Oft have I said there is no precious stone But may be found in you alone Though I No stone espy No stone espy Unless your heart be one When I praise your skin I quote the wooll The Silk-worms from their entrails pull And shew That new faln snow That new faln snow Is not more beautiful Yet grow not proud by such Hyperboles Were you as excellent as these While I Before you lie Before you lie They might be had with ease Song 199. A Maiden of late Whose Name was Sweet Kate Was dwelling in London near to Aldersgate Now list to my Ditty declare it I can She would have a childe without help of a man To a Doctor she came A man of great fame Whose deep skill in Physick report did proclaim Quoth she Master Doctor shew me if you can How I may conceive without help of a man Then listen quoth he Since so it must be This wondrous strong Med'cine I 'le shew presently Take nine pound of Thunder six legs of a Swan And you shall conceive without help of a man The wooll of a Frog The juyce of a Log Well parboil'd together in the Skin of a Hog With the Egg of a Moon-calf if get it you can And you shall conceive without help of a man The love of false Harlots The faith of false Varlets With the truth of Decoys that walk in their Scarlets And the feathers of a Lobster well fry'd in a pan And you shall conceive without help of a man Nine drops of Rain Brought hither from Spain With the blast of a Bellows quite over the Main With eight quarts of Brimstone brew'd in a Beer-can And you shall conceive without help of a man Six pottles of Lard Squeez'd from a Rock hard VVith nine Turky Eggs each as long as a yard VVith a Pudding of Hail-stones well bak'd in a pan And you shall concâ—ive without help of a man These Med'cines are good And approved have stood VVell temper'd together with a pottle of blood Squeez'd from a Grashopper and the nail of a Swan To make Maids conceive without help of a man Song 200. NO man loves fiery passion can approve As yielding either pleasure or promotion I like a milde and lukewarm zeal in Love Although I do not like it in devotion For it hath no coherence with my Creed To think that Lovers mean as they pretend If all that said they dy'd had dy'd indeed Sure long ere this the world had had an end Some one perhaps in long Consumption dry'd And after falling into love might die But I dare swear he never yet had dy'd Had he been half so sound at heart as I. Another rather than incur the slander Of true A postate will false Martyr prove I 'le neither Orpheus be nor yet Leander I 'le neither hang nor drown my self for love Yet I have been a Lover by report And I have dy'd for love as others do Prais'd be great Iove I dy'd in such a sort As I reviv'd within an hour or two Thus have I liv'd thus have I lov'd till now And ne're had reason to repeat me yet And whosoever otherwise will do His courage is as little as wit Song 201. WHat creatures on earth Can boast freer mirth Less envy'd and loved than we Though Learning grow poor We scorn to imploâ—e A gift but what 's noble and free Our freedom of minde Cannot be confin'd With riches ware inwardly blest Nor death nor the grave Our worths can deprave Nor malice our ashes molest When such moles as you Your own earth shall mue And worms shall your Memory eat Our names being read Shall strike Envy dead And Ages our worth shall repeat Song 201. WHen I see the young men play Young methinks I am as they And my aged thoughts laid by To the Dance with joy I fly Come a flowry Chaplet lend me Youth and mirthful thoughts attend me Age be gone we 'l dance among Those that young are and be young Bring some wine boy fill about You shall see the old man's stout Who can laugh and tipple too And be mad as well as you Song 202. BRight Cynthia scorns Alone to wear horns To her Sexes grief and shame But swears in despight Of the worlds great light That men shal wear the same The man in the moon To hear this in a swoun And quite out of his wits fell And with this affront Quoth he a pox on 't My forehead begins to swell A way streight he wood In his Lunatick mood And from his Mistriss would run And swore in his heat Though stew'd in his sweat He had rather go dwell in the Sun But he was appeas'd To see other men pleas'd And none that did murmur or mourn For without an affright Each man with delight Did take to himself the horn The Lord he will go In his Park to and fro Pursuing the Deer that is barren But whilst he 's in 's Park His Steward or Clark May boldly go hunt in his warren The Citizen Clown In his foxfur'd Gown And his Doublet fac'd with Ale Talks slow and drinks quicker Till his wife like his liquor Leaves working and relisheth stale Lo thus she behorns him And afterwards scorns him Though he come to be major of the rout And thinks it no sin To be well occupv'd within While her Husband iâ— busie without The Puritan wiâ—l go Ten miles to and fro To
hear a sanctify'd Brother But whilst his zeal burns His wife she up turns The egg 's of her eyes to another The Lawyer to succor 'um With Parchment and Buckr'um To London the next way will strike But whilst he opens his case To his adversaries face His wife to her friend doth the like The Physitian will ride To his Patient that dy'd Of no disease but that he did come But whilst abroad he doth kill With Potion and Pill His wife takes a glister at home The Merchant o're-runs The Sea with his Guns His Marriners and their Mates But whilst he doth please Himself on the broad Seas Another may ride on his streights The Soldier will go Like a man to his foe With brave resolution to fight Whilst his wife with her friends In her wanton arms spends Time and makes him a beast by night And though that he be Well arm'd Cap a Pee He must yield to a naked boy's scorn And instead of bright Steel And hard Iron heâ—l Be content with a hard piece of Horn. Thus all men will love Their wives though they prove Them false ev'n in their own sight But yet they do well For a Horn you can tell Was always a friend to the night Song 203. COme away bring on the Bride And place her by her Lovers side You fair troop of maids attend her Pure and holy thoughts befriend her Blush and wish you Virgins all Many such fair nights may fall Chor. Hymen fill the house with joy All thy sacred fires employ Blesse the bed with holy love Now fair Orb of Beauty move Song 204. AT dead low ebb of night when none But great Charl's wain was driven on When mortals strict cessation keep To recreate themselves with sleep 'T was then a boy knockt at my gate Who 's there said I that calls so late Oh let me in he soon reply'd I am a Child and then he cry'd I wander without light or guide â—ost in this wet blind moonless night In pitty then I rose And straight unbar'd my door and sprang a light Behold it was a boy a sweeter sight Ne'r blest mine eye I view'd him round and saw strange things A Bow a Quiver and two wings I led him to the sire and then I dry'd and chaf'd his hands with mine I gently press'd his tresses curles VVhich new faln rain had hung with Pearls At last when warm the younker said Alas my Bow I am afraid The string is wet pray Sir let 's try My Bow on that do do said I He bent and shot so quick and smart As through my Liver reach'd my heart Then in a trice he took his flight And laughing said my bow is right It is oh 't is for as he spoke 'T was not his Bow but my heart broke Song 205. THe Beard thick or thin On the lip or chin Doth dwell so near the tongue That her silence In the beards defence May do her Neighbor wrong Now a beard is a thing That commands in a King Be his Scepter ne'r so fair VVhere the beard bears the sway The people obey And are subject to a hair 'T is a Princely sight And a grave delight That adorns both young and old A well thatch't face Is a comely grace And a shelter from the cold VVhen the piercing North Comes blustâ—ing forth Let a barren face beware For a trick it will find VVith a razor of wind To shave the face that 's bare But there 's many a nice And strange device That doth the beard disgrace But he that is in Such a foolish sin Is a traytor to his face Now of Beards there be Such a company And fashions such a throng That it is very hard To handle a beard Though it be ne'r so long The Roman T In its bravery Doth first its self disclosâ— But so high it turns That oft it burns With the â—lamâ—s of a Toâ—â—d nose The Stilletto beard Oh it makes me afear'd It is so sharp beneath For he that doth place A dagger in 's his face What wear's he in his shâ—ath But methinks I do itch To go through stitch The needle beard to amend Which without any wrong I may call too long For a man can see no end The Souldiers beard Doth march in shear'd In figure like a spade With which he 'l make His en'mies quake And think their Graves are made The grim stubble eke On the Judges cheek Shall not my Verse despise It is more fit For a Nutmeg but yet It grates poor Prisoners eyes What doth invest A Bishops brest But a Milk-white spreading hair Which an Emblem may be Of integrity Which doth inhabit there I have also seen On a womans chin A hair or two to grow But alas the face Is too cold a place Then look for a beard below But Oh let us tarry For the beard of King Harry That grows about the chin With his bushy pride And a Grove on each side And a Champion ground between Last the clown doth out rush With his beard like a brush Which may be well endur'd For though his face Be in such case His Land was well manur'd Song 206. FAir Mistriss I would gladly know What thing it is you cherish so What instrument and from whence bred Is that you call a Maiden-head Is it a spirit or the treasure Lovers loose in height of pleasure If it be so in vain you keep That waking which you loose in sleep But since you know not I will tell ye It is a spring beneath your belly Fruit that alone you cannot taste And barren seed till it you waste Mettal that musts for want of using A Gem most precious when 't is loosing A sweet and pleasing sacrifice Then chiâ—fly living when it dies A wealth that makes the unthrift blest An instrument that soundest best A wonder to be heard or spoke When the string in two is broke Then let us offer love his due My Maiden-head I 'le give to you And in exchange receive another What would you more there 's one for th' other Song 207. A Dialogue between Orpheus and Charon Orph. CHaron O Charon Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or banâ— Cha. Who calls the Ferry-man of Hell Orp. Come near And say who lives in joy and whom in fear Cha. Those that die well eternal joyes shall follow Those that die ill their own soul fate shall swallow Orph. Shall thy black barque those guilty spirits stow That kill themselves for love Char. O No O no. My cordage cracks when such great sins are near No wind blows fair nor I my self can stear Orph. What Lovers pass and in Elizium raign Cha. Those gentle loves that are belov'd again Orph. This Soldier loves and fain would die to win Shall he go on Char. No 't is too foul a sin He must not come aboard I dare not row Storms of despair and guilty blood will blow Orph. Shall time release him say Char. No no no no Nor time
nor death can alter us nor prayer My boat is destiny and who then dare But those appointed come aboard live still And love by reason mortal not by will Orph. And when thy Mistriss shall close up thine eyes Char. Then come aboard and pass Chorus Orph. Till then be wise Char. Till then be wise Song 208. LOok out bright eyes and bless the air Even in shadows you are fair Shut up Beautie is like fire That breaks out cleerer still and higher Though your body be confin'd And sought love a Prisoner bound Yet the Beauty of your minde Neither check nor chain hath found Look out nobly then and dare Even the fetters that you wear Song 209. SUre 't was a dream how long fond man have I Been fool'd into Captivity My Newgate was my want of wit I did my self commit My bonds I knit I mine own Goaler was the only foe That did my freedom dâ—savow I was a Prisoner cause I would be so But now I will shake off my chains and prove Opinion built the Goals of Love Made all his bonds gave him his bow His bloody arrows too That murther so Nay those dire deaths which idle Lovers dream Were all contriv'd to make a theam For some carowzing Poets drunken flame T was a fine life I liv'd when I did dress My self to court your peevishness When I did at your footstool lie Expecting from your eye To live or die Now smiles or frowns I care not which I have Nay rather than I 'le be your slave I 'le court the Plagues to send me to my grave Farewel those charms that did so long bewitch Farewel that wanton youthful itch Farewel that treacherous blinking boy That proffers seeming joy So to destroy To all those night embraces which as you Know very well were not a few For ever ever more I bid adieu Now I can stand the sallies of your eyes In vain are all those batteries Nor can that love dissembling stile Nor can that crafty smile Longer beguile Nor those hard traps which each hour you renew To all those witchcrafts and to you For ever ever more I bid adieu Song 120. HOld hold thy nose to the Pot Tom Tom. And hold thy nose to the Pot Tom Tom T is thy pot and my pot And my pot and thy pot Sing hold thy nose to the pot Tom Tom. 'T is Mault that will cure thy Maw Tom. And will heal thy distempers in Autumn â—elix qui facient I prithee be patient Aliena pericula cantum Then hold thy Nose â—o the pot Tom Tom Hold hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom Neither Parson nor Vicar But will toss off his Liquor Sing hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom. Song 211. NOw I confess I am in love Though I did think I never could But 't is with one dropt from above Whose nature 's made of finest mould So fair so good so all divine I 'd quit the world to make her mine Have you not seen the Stars retreat When Sol salutes our Hemisphere So shrink the Beauties called great When sweet Rosela doth appear Were she as other women are I should not love nor yet despair But I could never bear a minde Willing to stoop to common faces Nor confidence enough can finde To aim at one so full of graces Fortune and Nature did agree No woman should be wed by me Song 212. WIth an old motly Coat and a Mumsie Nose And an old Jerkin that 's out at the elbows And an old pair of boots drawn on without hose Stufft with rags in stead of Toes And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With an old rusty Sword that 's hackt with blows And an old Dagger to scare away the Crows And an old Horse that reels as he goes And an old Saddle that no man knows And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With his old wounds in Eighty eight Which he recover'd at Tilbury Fight With an old Pasport that never was read That in his old travels stood him in great stead And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With his old Gun and his Bandaliers With an old Head-piece to keep warm his ears With an old Shirt is gone to wrack With a great Louse and a list on his back Is able to carry a Pedlar and his pack And an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier With an old Quean to lie by his side That in old time had been pockisi'd He 's now rid to Bohemia to fight with his foes And he swears by his valour he 'l have better cloaths Or else he 'l loose Legs Arms Fingers and Toes And he 'l come again when no man knows Like an old souldier of the Queens And the Queens old souldier Song 21â— WIth an old Song made by an old ancient pate Of an old worshipful Gentleman who had a great estate Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate And an old Porter to relieve the poor at his gate Like an old Courtier of the Queens c. With an old Lady whose anger 't is good words asswages Who every quarter pays her old servants their wages Who never knâ—w what belongs to Coach-men Foot-men and Pages But kept twenty old fellows with blew coats badges Like an old Courtier c. VVith an old Study fill'd full of learned Books VVith an old reverend Parson you may judge him by his looks VVith an old Buttery Hatch worn quite off the old Hooks And an old Kitchin which maintains half a dozen old Cooks Like an old c. VVith an old Hall hung round about with Guns Pikes and Bowes With old Swords and Bucklers which have born many shrewd blows And an old Frysado coat to cover his Worships Trunk-Hose And a Cup of old Sherry to comfort his Copper Nose Like an old c. VVith an old fashion when Christmas is come To call in his neighbors with Bag-pipe and Drum And good cheer enough to furnish every old Room And old Liquor able to make a Cat speak and a wise man dumb Like an old c. VVith an old Hunts-man a Faulconer and a Kennel of Hounds VVhich never hunted nor hawk'd but in his own Grounds VVho like an old wise man kept himself within his own bounds And whâ—n he died gave every childe a thousand old pounds Like an old c. But to his eldâ—st Son his House and Lands he assignâ—d Charging him in his Will to keep the old bountiful minde To love his good old servants and to neighbours be kinde But in the ensuing Ditty you shall hear how he was enclin'd Like a young â—ourtier of the Kings c. Like a young Gallant newly come to his Land That keeps a brace of whores at his own command And takes up a thousand pounds upon 's own Land And â—eth drunk in a new Tavern till he can neither go nor stand Like a young c. VVith
you To Honor to Honor there were nothing due Then would I pay my debt of love In that same Coin In the same Coin which you approve And now you must in friendship take 'T is all the payment I can make Friendship so high that I may say 'T is rather love 'T is rather love with some allay Then rest contented since that I As well my self as you deny And learn of me bravely to bear The loss of what I hold so dear And that which Honor does in me Let my example My example work in thee Song 237. OH the little house that lies under the hill Oh! the little house that lies under the hill There 's Ale and Tobacco and Wenches at will Oh! the little house that lies under the hill Song 238. ON a hill there grows a Flow'r Fair befal the gentle Sweet By that Flow'r there is a Bow'r Where the heav'nly Muses meet In that Bow'r there is a Chair Fringed all about with Gold Where doth sit the fairest Fair Mortal ever did behold It is Phillis fair and bright She that is the Shepherds Joy She that Venus did despight And did blinde her little Boy This is she the wise the rich That the world desires to see 〈◊〉 iâ— Ipsa quae the which There is none but onely she Who would not this face admire Who would not this Saint adore Who would not this sight desire Though he thought to see no more O fair eyes but let me see One good look and I am gone Look on me for I am he Thy poor filly Coridon Thou that art the shepherds Queen Look upon thy silly swain By thy vertues have been seen Dead men brought to live again Song 239. SInce life 's but short and time amain Flyes on and ne'r looks back again Le ts laugh and sing and merry be And spend our hours in jollity Good wine makes the Pope religiously given And sends all the Monks and little Fryers to heaven Then take a merry glass Fill it just as it was And let no man take it in dudgeon He that makes any stir Is no true drunken Cur Hang him up that is a Curmudgeon 'T was Ioves refreshment when his mind was shrunk With cares to make himself with Nectar drunk So heavenly drunk his brain ran like the sphears Round and made Musick to his ears He 's a Right honest man you may believe what he 'l tell you If he hath a jolly Nose and a beautiful belly Then take a merry glass c. Great Alexander to enflame his heart With courage drank two Gallons and a quart At six go downs and then in Raptures hurld He went and conquer'd all the world Darius lost Persia and the Macedon won it But if he had not been drunk he could never have done it Then take a merry glass c. Song 240. LOve I must tell thee I 'le no longer be A Victim to thy beardless Deity Nor shall this heart of mine Now 't is return'd Be offer'd at thy shrine Nor at thine Altar burn'd Love like Religion 's made an airy name To aw those souls whom want of wit makes tame There 's no such thing as Quiver Shaft or Bow Nor do's Love wound but we imagine so Or if it does perplex And grieve the minde 'T is in the Mase'line Sex Women no sorrow finde 'T is not our Parts or Persons that can move 'em Nor i st mens worth but wealth makes women love ' em Reason not love henceforth shall be my guide Our fellow creatures shan't be deifi'd I 'le now a Rebel be And so pull down The Distaff Hierachy Or Females fancy'd Crown In these unbridled times who would not strive To free his neck from all prerogative Song 241. THe Spring 's coming on and our Spirits begin To retire to their places merrily home â—nd every soul is bound to lay in A new brewing of blood for the year that 's to come They 're Cowards that make it of Clarifi'd whey Or swill with the swine in the Juice of the Grains Give me the Racy Canary to play And the sparkling Renish to vault in my veins Let Doctors go teach our lives are but short And overmuch wine a new death will invite But we 'l be revenged before hand for 't And crown a lives mirth with the space of a night Then stand we about with our glasses full crown'd Whilst ev'ry thing else to their postures doth grow Till our heads and our caps with the houses turn round And the cellars become where the chambers are now Then fill out more wine 't will a sacrifice bring We 'l tipple and fiddle and fuddle all out This night in full Draughts with a health to our King Till we baffle the States and the Sun face about Whose first rising Rays when shot from his throne Shall dash upon faces as red as his own And wonder that mortals can fuddle away More wine in a night than he water in a day Song 242. LOve is a Bubble No man is able To say it is this or 't is that 'T is so full of passions Of sundry fashions 'T is like I cannot tell what 'T is fair in the Cradle 'T is foul in the Saddle 'T is either too cold or too hot An errant Lier Fed by desire It is I and it is not Love is a fellow Clad all in yellow The cankerworm of the minde A privy mischief And such a sly thief As no man is able to finde Love is a wonder 'T is here and 't is yonder As common to one as to moe So great a cheater Every mans better Then hang him and so let him go Song 243. DEar Love let me this ev'ning die Oh smile not to prevent it But use this opportunity Lest we do both repent it Frown quickly then and break my heart So that my way of dying May though my life prove full of smart Be worth the worlds envying Some striving knowledge to refine Consume themselves with thinking And some whose friendship 's seal'd in wine Are kindly kill'd with drinking And some are rack't on Indian coast Thither by gain invited And some in smoke of battle lost Whom drums not lutes delighted Alas how poorly these depart Their graves still unattended Who dies not of a broaken heart In love is not befriended His memory is onely sweet All Praise no pitty moving Who fondly at his mistriss feet Doth die with over-loving And now thou frown'st and now I die My Corps by Lovers follow'd Shall shortly by dead Lovers lie For that ground 's only hallow'd If the priest tak 't ill I have a grave My death not well approving The Poets my estate shall have To teach the Art of loving And now let Lovers ring the Bells For the poor youth departed He which all others else excel's That are not broken-hearted My grave with flowers let Virgins strow But if thy tears fall near them They 'l so excel in scent and show Thy self will shortly wear
them Such flowers how much will Flora prize That on a Lover's growing And water'd by his Mistriss eyes With pitty overflowing A grave so deckt will though thou art Yet fearful to come nigh me Provoke thee straight to break thy heart And lie down boldly by me Then ev'ry where the Bels shall ring While all to black is turning All Torches burn and each Quire sing As Natures self were mourning And we hereafter may be found By Destinies right placing Making like flowers love under ground Whose roots are still embracing Song 244. YEs I could love if I could finde A Mistriss pleasing to my minde Whom neither pride nor Gold can move To buy her Beauty sell her Love Goes neat yet cares not to be fine Who loves me for my self not mine Not Lady proud nor City coy But full of freedome full of Joy Not childish young nor Beldam old Not siâ—ry hot nor Icy cold Not gravely wise to guide a State Nor vain as to be pointed at Not rich nor proud nor base nor poor Nor chaste nor no reputed whore When such a Lass I shall discover Cupid entitle me a Lover Song 245. YOu maidens and wives and yong widows rejoyce Declare your thanksgiving with heart and with voice Since waters were waters I dare boldly say There ne'r was such cause for a thanksgiving day For from London Town There 's lately come down Four able Physitians that never wore Gown Their Physick is pleasant their Dose it is large And you may be cur'd without danger or charge No Bolus no Vomit no Potion no Pill Which sometimes do cure but oftner do kill Your taste nor your stomack need never displease If you 'l be advised but by one of these For they 've a new Drug Which is callâ—d The close Hug Which will mend your complexion and make you look smug A soveraign Balsom which once well apply'd Though griev'd at the heart the patient ne'r dy'd In the morning you need not be rob'd of your rest For in your warm beds your Physick doth best And though in the taking some stirrings requir'd The motions so pleasant you cannot be tyr'd For on your back you must lie With your buttock raised high And one of these Doctors must always be by Who still will be ready to cover you warm For if you take cold all physick doth harm Before they do venture to give their direction They always consider their patients complexion If she have a moist palm or a red head of hair She requires more physick than one man can spare If she have a long Nose The Doctor scarce knows How many good handsuls must go to her Dose You Lady's that have such ill symptoms as these In reason and conscience should pay double fees But that we may give to these Doctors due praise Who to all sorts of people their favours conveys On the ugly for pitty sake skill shall be shown And as for the handsom they 're cur'd for their own On you silver or Gold They never lay hold For what comes so freely they scorn should be sold. Then joyn with these Doctors and heatily pray Their power of healing may never decay Catch or Song 246. POmpey was a mad man a mad man Pompey was a mad man a mad man was he So long he was a glad man a glad man So long he was a glad man a glad man was he Till Caesar in Pharsalia routed his Battalia 'Cause he was a madder a madder far than he Then be thou mad and I mad and mad let us be And the Devil himself shan't be madder than we Song 247. OH Anis quoth he well Thomas quoth she What wouldst thou say man unto me I love thee quoth he dost love me quoth she Ch'me the more beholding to thee To bed then quoth he no Thomas quoth she Not till the parson hath said all unto me I'z bump thee quoth he wo't bump me quoth she Ch'im the more beholding to thee How lik'st it quoth he well Thomas quoth she So thou comst but once more unto me That I will quoth he sayst thou so quoth she Ch'im the more beholding to thee Song 248. BOnny Kate Kenny Kate lay thy leg o're me Thou bee'st a bonny Lass fain would I mow thee Fain would I mow thee ans thou wouldst let me Bonny Kate Kenny Kate do not forget me Out away Ionny lad I 'se am a Virgin There is no hope for thee for to get pergin For to get pergin I dare not let thee Out away Ionny lad I'se mun forget thee Thou bee'st young so is I let us be doing There is no better thing than to be mowing Than to be mowing ans thou wouldst let me Bonny Kate Kenny Kate do not forget me Why dost thou whimper so thou know'st my minde Io Would mother suffer me I would be kinde Io I would be kinde Io aâ—'s she would let me Bonny lad Ionny lad I se ne're forget thee Song 249. I Went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd And a knave follow'd after as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves in every degree I 'le tell you by and by how this knave serv'd me I call'd for my pot as an honest woman shoo'd And the knave drank it up as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves c. I went into my bed as an honest woman shoo'd And the knave crept into 't as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves c. I prov'd with childe as an honest woman shood And the knave ran away as you know knaves woo'd Knaves will be knaves in every degree And thus have I told you how this knave serv'd me Song 250. HAng fear and cast away care The Par'sh is bound to finde us Thou and I And all must die And leave this world behinde us The Bells shall ring The Clerk shall sing And the good old wife shall winde us And Iohn shall lay Our bones in clay Where the Devil ne'r shall finde us Song 251. NAy prithee don't flie me But sit thee down by me For I cannot endure The man that 's demure A pox on your Worships and Sirs For your Congees and Trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords With such sinical words The Complement you bring That doth spell nothing You may keep for the Chains and the Furrs For at the beginning was neither Peasant nor Prince And who the devil made the distinction since Those Titles of Honors Do remain in the Donors And not in the thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow that wears them No delight can I see In the thing call'd Degree Honeâ— Dick sounds as well As a name with an L That with Titles do swell And hums like a Bell To affright mortal ears that do hear 'um He that wears a brave Soul and dares honestly do Is a Herald to himself and a Godfather too Why should we then dote on One with a fools Coat on Whose Coffers are
cram'd Yet he will be damn'd E're he 'l do a good act or a wise one What reason hath he To be Ruler o're me Who is Lord o're his Chest But his head and his brest Are but empty and bare And puft up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honor 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is the Commons makes the Lords as the Clerk makes the Iustice. But since it must be Of a different degree 'Cause some do aspire To be greater and higher Than the rest of their fellows and brothers He that hath such a spirit Let him gain't by his merit Spend his wit wealth and blood For his Countreys good And make himself fit By his Valour and Wit For things above the reach of all others Honor 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a badge and a burthen to bear it For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey Let the great ones sway That spend their whole time in thinking I 'le not busie my pate With the matters of State The News-books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnal Light Tobacco and admit They are so far fit To serve good Company and Drinking All the name I desire is an honest good fellow For that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow Song 252. WHy shouldst thou swear I am forsworn Since thine I vow'd to be Lady it is already morn And 't was last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility Have I not lovâ—d thee much and long A tedious twelve hours space I must all other Beauties wrong And rob thee of a new embrace Should I still dote upon thy face Not but all Joy's in thy brown hair By others may be found But I must search the black the fair Like skilful Mineralists that sound For treasure in a plow d-up ground Then if when I have lov'd my round Thou prov'st the pleasant she With spoil of other beauties crown'd I loaden will return to thee Even sated with variety Song 253. THe May pole is up Now give me the Cup I le drink to the Garlands around it But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of Flowers that crown'd it A health to my Girls Whose husbands may Earls Or Lords be granting my wishes And when they shall wed To the Bridal bed Then multiply all like to fishes Song 254. FArewel fond Love under whose childish whip I have serv'd out a weary prentiship Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property To dote on those that love not and to fly Love that woo'd me go bane of my content â—nd practice on some other patient Farewel fond hopes that fan'd my warm desire Till it had rais'd a wilde unruly fire Which no sighs could nor tears extinguish can Although my eyâ—s out-flow the Ocean Forth from my thoughts for ever thing of air Begun in error finish'd in despair Farewel false world upon whose restless stage 'Twixt love and hope I have fool'd out an age Ere I will seek to thee for my redress I le wooe the wind and court the wilderness And buryâ—d from the days discovery â—inde out some slow but certain way to die My woful Monument shall be my Cell The murmurs of the purling Brooks my Knell And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall grone Eternally if any ask that stone What wretched thing doth in that compass lie The hollow Eccho shall reply 't is I 't is I. The hollow Eccho shall reply 't is I. Song 255. GO with thy staff the Sea divide And with thy whistle stop the tide Catch the wilde windes fast in thy fist And let them blow but when thou list Creep into Neptunes watry bed And get a Syrens maiden-head Then sore more high and fetch me down Fair Ariadne's starry Crown So that with it I may wear Some of Beronice's hair Make Mars and Saturn's aspects mild And get the Virgin Star with child But if thou hast a daring soul Go whip the Bear about the Pole All this thou mayst long e're thou can A woman finde a woman finde that 's true to man For womens hearts take new desires Far sooner than the powder fires Their flashes are more violent Than those flames and sooner spent Like Torrents womens loves rise high Make a noise decrease and die Then let no wise man think it strange That women are so apt to change No creature underneath the sun Bears such relation to the moon He then that for their love is sick Is worse then they Is worse then they Hee 's lunatick Song 256. A Bggar a Beggar A Beggar I 'le be There 's none leads a life more jocund than he A beggar I was And a beggar I am A beggar I le be from a beggar I came If as it begins our tradings do fall We in the conclusion shall beggars be all Tradesmen are unfortunate in their affairs And few men are thriving but Courtiers and Players A Craver my Father A Maunder my Mother A Filer my Sister a filcher my Brother A Canter my Uncle That car'd not for Pelf A Lifter my Aunt and a beggar my self In white wheaten straw when their belly 's were full Then I was begot between Tinker and Trull And therefore a beggar a beggar I le be For there 's none leads a life more jocuâ—d than he When boys do come to us And that their intent is To follow our calling we ne'r bind them Prentice Soon as they come too 't We teach them to doo 't And give them a staâ—f and a wallet to boot We teach them their Lingua to Crave and to Cant The Devil is in them if then they can want And or he or she that beggars will be Without Indentures they shall be made free We beg for our bread yet Sometimes it happens We feast it with Pig Pullet Coney and Capons For Churches affairs We are no men-slayers We have no Religion yet live by our prayers But if when we beg men will not draw their Purses We charge and give fire with a Volley of Curses The Devil confound your good worship we cry And such a bold bazen fac't beggar am I. We do things in season And have so much reason We raise no Rebelion nor ne'r talk treason We bill at our mates At very low rates Whilst some keep their Quarters as high as the gates With Shinkin ap Morgan with Blew-cap or Tege We into no Covenant enter nor League And therefore a bonny bold beggar I le be For none lives a life that 's so jocund as he For such petty pledges As shirts from the hedges We are not in fear to be drawn upon sledges But sometimes the whip Doth make us to skip And then we from tything to tything do trip For when in a poor bouzing ken we do bib it We stand more in dread of the Stocks than the Gibbet And therefore a merry mad beggar I 'le
be For when it is night in the barn tumbles he We throw down no Altar Nor ever do falter So much as to change a Gold chain for a halter Though some men do flout us And others do doubt us We commonly bear forty pieces about us But many good fellows are fine and look fiercer That owe for their cloaths to their Taylor and Mercer And if from the Stocks I can keep out my feet I fear not the Compter Kings-bench nor the Fleet. Sometimes I do frame My self to be lame And when a Coach comes I do hop to my game We seldom miscarry Or ever do marry By the Gowns Common-Prayer or Cloak Directory But Simon and Susan like birds of a feather They kiss and they laugh and so lie down together Like Pigs in the Pease-straw intangled they lie Till there they beget such a bold Regue as I. Song 257. I Dream'd we both were in a bed Of Roses almost smoothered But then I heard thy sweet breath say Faults done by night will blush by day I kiss thee panting and I call The night to record that was all But ah if empty dreams so please Loye give me more such nights as these Song 258. GO treacherous hopes by whose uncertain fire I cherish my tyrannical desire Love is a more uncertain ghess than care And my fate 's such That will cost as much To love as to despair 'T is true our lives are but a long disease Made up with real care and seeming ease Ye Gods that such uncertain favours give Oh tell me why It is so hard to die And such a task to live Song 259. WWhy should we boast of Arthur and his Knights Knowing how many men have performed fights Or why should we speak of Sir Lancelot du Lake Or Sir Tristram du Leon who fought for Ladies sake Read old Stories and there you shall see How St. George St. George he made the Dragon flee St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony soit qui mal y pense To speak of the Monarchs it were too long to tell And likewise of the Romans how far they â—id excel Hannibal and Scipio they many a field did fight Orlando Furioso he was a valiant Knight Romulus and Rhemus were those that Rome did build But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath kill'd St. George c. Iephtha and Gideon they led their men to fight The Gibbonites and Ammonites they put them all to slight Hercules's valour was in the Vale of Basse And Sampson slew a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Ass And when that he was blinde pull'd the Temple to the ground But St. George St. George the Dragon did confound St. George c. Valentine and Orson they came of Pepius blood Alfrid and Aldricus they were brave Knights and good The four sons of Ammon that fought with Charlemain Sir Hugh de Boudeaux and Godfrey de Bullaigne These were all French Knights the Pagans did convert But St. George St. George pull'd out the Dragons heart St. George c. Henry the fiâ—th he conquered all France He quartered their Armies honour to advance He raced their Walls and pull'd their Cities down And he garnish'd his Land with a double triple Crown He thumped the French and after home he came But St. George St. George he made the Dragon tame St. George c. St. David you know loves Leâ—ks and toasted Cheese And Iasan was the man broughâ— home the golden Fleece And Patrick you know he was St. Georges boy Sâ—ven years he kept his Horse and then stole him away For which knavish Act a slave he doth remain But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath slain St. George c. Tamberlain the Emperour in Iron Cage did Crown With his bloody slag displayâ—d before the Town Scanderbeg magnanimous Mahomets Baâ—haw did dread Whose victorious bones were worn when he was dead His Beglerbegs his corn-like-dregs 〈◊〉 astriot he was call'd But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath mauld St. George c. Ottoman the Tartar he came of Persia's Race The great Mogul with his chest so full of Cloves and Mace The Grecian youth Bucephalus he madly did bestride But these with their Worthies Nine St. George did them deride Gustavus Adolphus was Sweedlands warlike King But St. George St. George pull'd forth the Dragons Sting St. George c. Pendragon and Cadwallader of brittish blood 〈…〉 oast Though Iohn of Gaunt his foes did daunt St. George shall rule the roast Agamemnon and Cleomedon and Macedon did feats But compared to our Champion they are but meerly cheats Brave Malta Knights in Turkish fights their brandish Swords outdrew But St. George met the Dragon and ran him through and through St. George c. Bidia the Amazon Porteus overthâ—ew As fierce as any Vandal Goth Sarazen or Iew The potent Holofernes as he lay on his bed In came wise Iudith and subtly stole his head Brave Cyclops stout with Iove he fought although he showr'd down thunder But St. George kill'd the Dragon and is not that a wonder St. George c. Marke Anthony I le warrant you plaid feats with Egypts Queen Sr. Eglemore that valiant Knight the like was never seen Grim Gorgons might was known in fight Old â—evis most men frighted The Myrmidons and Prester Iohns why were not these men Knighted Brave Spinola took Bredah Nassaw did it recover But St. George met the Dragon and turn'd him o're and over St. George he was for England St. Dennis was for France Sing Hony â—eit qui mal y pense Song 260. SWift as the feet of Leda I Will to Olymphus flowred bosom slye And there lie quaffing in mortallity Who tastes such sweets those hearts can never die The Cyprus Queen's not half so fair Beautie her self can't with my Love compare She doth impale all things the Gods count rare Come vy with her what Sublunary dare Her Neck 's a tower of Snow her head A Rosie Globe with curling Amber spread Whose darts are able to amase the dead And make them leap from their cold shady Bed When she first opes her cased Eyes You 'd swear two Suns at once broke through the skies Or that they were bright Lamps of Paradice The sawcy Gazer on those splendor dies Her Ivory Brows a Throne erect To arbitrate betwixt each Lovers Sect Her footstool with majestick Arch is deckt It frowns to death Loves wanton Heretick Descending hence a little grows A lovely Gnomon rustick call'd the Nose Each side two blushing Hemisphere's disclose Where th' Lilly's youthful Bridal with the Rosâ— Her lips like Gates of Rubies show And opens where two Sets of Pearl doth grow In Corral Sockets bending like a Bow Whose worth the Lapidaries do not know Hence breaks a Voice such harmony Is able to transform a Deity And cause the dead to live the living die Orpheuâ— and Amphion at it mute doth lie Have you not seen at Sacrifices How
in those Nations where they yet adore 85 Amarillis told her Swain 92 A womans rule should be in such a fashion 120 A pox on the Jayler and on his fat Jowls ibid. Amintas he once went astray 122 All in vain turn again why should I love her 129 All the Materials are the same 133 Among Rose-buds slept a Bee 147 About the sweet bag of a Bee ib. Alas poor Cupid art thou blind 148 A Tripe well broyl'd cannot be ill 157 Arm Arm Arm arm the Scouts are all come in 161 A curse upon thee for a slave 162 A silly poor Shepherd was folding his Sheep 174 After the pangs of a desperate lover 178 A maid I dare not tell her name 181 A young man lately in our town 185 A King lives not a braver life 295 A maiden fair I dare not wed 196 Ah Chloris that I now could sit 207 All Joy unto the happy pair ib. A maiden of late whose name was sweet Kate. 212 At dead low ebb of night when none 217 A Beggar got a Bayliff a Bayliff got a Yâ—oman 233 Ah Celia leave that cruel art 245 A Beggar a Beggar a Beggar I 'le be 263 B BReak Break distracted heart 87 Beyond the malice of abusive fate 89 Be thou that art my better part 96 Bess black as charcoal was found in a dark hole 103 Be gone be gone thou perjur'd man 107 Be not proud pretty one for I must love thee 145 Bring back my comforts and return 149 Bright Aurelia I do owe. 152 Beauty and Love once fell at odds 153 Brightest since your pittying eye 154 Bright Cynthia scorns alone to wear horns 214 By Heaven I 'le tell her boldly that 't is she 236 Be not thou so foolish nice 237 Bonny Kate Kenny Kate lay thy leg o're me 257 C CAll for the master Oh this is fine 94 Courtiers Courtiers think it no scorn 103 Chloris it is not in your power 105 Celemana of my heart none shall e're bereave you 106 Chloris farewel I now must go 110 Commit thy Ship unto the winde 137 Cast your caps and care away 142 Cupids no God a wanton childe 146 Chloris my Chloris comes in yonder Bark 148 Chloris when e're you do intend 151 Come fill with wine this lusty bowl 159 Come let us be friends and most mendly agree 160 Calm was the Evening and clear was the skie 179 Come hither sweet melancholy 193 Chloris forbear a while do not o'rejoy me 204 Come away bring on the bride 217 Charon O Charon thou wafter of the soul 221 Come Iack le ts drink a pot of Ale 238 Come Chloris hie we to the bower 241 Cook Laurel would have the Devil his guest 246 D DEar give me a thousand kisses 109 Down in a Garden sate my dearest love 125 Drink to me boy here 's to thee boy 150 Disputes daily arise and errors grow bolder 154 Dear love let me this ev'ning die 253 F FAirest Nymph my delay shames me a lover 85 Fine young folly though you wear 96 Fair Phydelia tempt no more 123 Fly Oh fly sad sighs and bear 133 Fear not dear love that I 'le reveal 160 Fear not my Genius 270 Fond love what dost thou mean 171 Fain would I wake you sweet but fear 172 From the fair Lavinian shore 177 Fear no more the heat o' th' Sun 185 Fair mistriss I would gladly know 220 Farewel fond Love under whose childish whip 291 G GOod Simon how comes it your Nose looks sored 119 Good Susan be as secret as you can ib. Give me more love or more disdain 163 Good people give ear whilst a story I tell 190 Go happy heart for thou shalt lie 206 Gaze not on thy beauties pride 232 Go with thy staff the Sea divide 262 Go treacherous hopes by whose uncertain fire 265 H HElp Help Oh Help divinity of love 114 Hang sorrow cast away care 117 Have you any work for a Tinker ib. Have you observ'd the wench in the street 118 How merrily looks the man that hath Gold 119 He that will win a widows heart 121 How happy and free is the plunder 130 He that marries a merry Lass 136 He deserved much better than so 147 He that will look for a swallows nest 155 How long shall I pine for love 158 How happy art thou and I 165 He that a Tinker a Tinker will be 174 Help love or else I sink for know 116 Have you any work for a Sowgelder Ho 197 Haste sluggish morn why dost thou stay 202 Hold Hold thy Nose to the pot Tom Tom. 223 Hang fear and cast away care 258 I I Dote I dote but am a sot to show it 98 If any so wise is that Sack he despises 118 If she be not kinde as fair 121 In the merry month of May 125 I 'm sick of love Oh let me lie 131 I feed a flame within which so torments me 132 I keep my Horse I keep my Whore 1â—5 I won ' not go to 't I mun not go to 't ib. I lov'd a lass a fair one 143 I love thee for thy sickleness 149 I am the Evening dark as night 150 Jo Hymen Jo Hymen Jo Hymen 162 In faith 't is true I am in love 169 I happy saw and faithful lov'd ib. I can love for an hour when I 'm at leasure 182 I courted a lass my folly 190 In love away yu do me wrong 166 I am a Rogue and a stout one 198 If she be fair I fear the rest 231 I le sing you a sonnet that ne'r was in print 234 I marvel Dick that having been 239 I went to the Alehouse as an honest woman shoo'd 257 I dream'd we both were in a bed 264 L LEt Votaries rearing up Altar and Shrine 88 Look see how unregarded now 108 Little love serves my turn 't is so enflaming 109 Ladies though to your conquering eyes 121 Love is a sower delight a sugred grief 127 Last night I dreamed of my Love 131 Like to the falling of a Star 137 Like a ring without a finger ib. Love and Wenches are toys 154 Loves empire as the world is wide 166 Let the Bells ring and the boys sing 173 Lawn as white as driven Snow 184 Let 's have a dance upon the heath 201 Look out bright eyes and bless the Air 222 Love I must tell thee I 'le no longer be 251 Love is a Bauble no man is able 252 M MMy Lodging it is on the cold ground 146 Make ready fair Lady to night 187 May I finde a woman fair 189 My Muse denies to Apollogize 201 N NEver more will I protest 102 Now fie on foolish Love it not besits ib. No more no more I must giive o're 109 Now Now Lucatia now make haste 115 No No thou all of red and white 167 Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins 175 Now by my love the greatest oath that is 127 No man loves fiery passion can approve 213 Now I confess I am
in love 224 Nay prethee don't fly me but sit thee down by me 258 O ON yonder hill a Beacon stands 90 Oh Chloris 't was unkindely done 113 Oh how I hate thee now and my self too 116 Oh Chloris would the Gods allow 166 Our ruler hath got the Vertigo of State 170 Oh Cupid turn away thy Bow 172 Once was I sad till I grew to be mad 187 Oh love whose power and might 229 Oh the little house that lies under the Hill 249 On a Hill there grows a flower Oh Anis quoth he well Thomas quoth she 256 P PHillis though your powerful charms 122 Peace and silence be the guide 162 Poor Artaxander long hath woo'd 171 Pish modest sipper to 't agen 175 Phillis on the new made Hay 237 Poor Ienny and I we toyled 244 Phillis I pray why did you say 241 Pompey was a mad man a mad man 256 S SWeetest Bud of Beauty may 93 Sweet Iane sweet Iane I love thee wondrous well 104 Strait my green gown into breeches I 'le make 108 Shall I wasting in despair 111 See see Chloris my Chloris comes 148 Silly heart forbear those are murdering eyâ—s 171 Sigh no more Ladies sigh no more 180 Stay shut the gate 'tother quart 1â—8 Strephon what envious cloud hath made 103 Sure 't was a dream how long fond man 222 Since life's but short and time amain 250 Swift as the feet of Laeda I 268 T TEll me gentle Strephon why 91 'T is not i' th' power of all thy scorn 93 The thirsty earth drinks up the rain 95 To friend and to foe to all that I know 96 Turn Amarillis to thy swain 102 Take a pound of butter made in May 103 The glories of our birth and State 103 Twelve sorts of meats my wife provides 107 To little or no purpose I 've spent many days 111 The wise men were but seven 1â—0 The morning doth waste to the meadows let 's haste 125 The pot and the pipe the cup and the can 127 Then our musick is in prime ib. There was three cooks of Colebrook 131 'T is true fair Celia that by thee I live 134 The parcht earth drinks the rain 136 The wit hath long beholden been 140 The silver swan who living had no note 146 Thy love is chaste they tell thee so 15â— This is not the Elizian grove 151 The master the swabber the boatswain and I 152 Tell me where is fancy bred 156 Take her and hug her then turn her and tug her 158 'T is late and cold stir up the fire 160 Tell me prethee faithless swain 163 Tell me no more you love in vain 164 Thou deity swift winged love 172 The Spanyard loves his ancient steps 176 Take oh take those lips away 180 Tom and Will were shepherds swains 183 'T is a merry life we live 186 The Beard thick or thin 218 The hunt is up the hunt is up 229 There 's none but the glad man 232 'T was then we had a thriving Trade 240 Though I am young and cannot tell 242 Thirsis I wish as well as you 249 The Springs coming on and our spirits begin 251 The Maypole is up now give me the cup 261 V VIctorious beauty though your eyes 105 Under the green-wood Tree 156 Upon the Change where Merchants meet 242 W WElcome blest hand whose white outvies 87 When Phillis watcht her harmless Sheep 89 When cold winters withered brow 90 When Celadon gave up his heart 93 Why should we not laugh and be jolly 100 Whâ—n as Leander young was drown'd 115 When wives do hate the husbands friends 120 Were Celia but as chaste as fair 124 Why should I not dally my dear 128 Where the Bee sucks there suck I 154 Who is Silvia what is she 155 What shall he have that kill'd the Deer 157 Wedding is great Iunoâ—s Crown ib. 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