and this small Token which I have sent you which is a Barrel of Oysters I heartily recommend you to the protection of the Almighty who is the only keeper and preserver of all Men and all things I take my leave presuming to write my self Yours to serve you by night or day W. W. The Sommerset-shire Man's clownish Answer in their own Countrey Language Zir I Received a piece of Paper from you which I think Volks call a Letter but when I pulled it open I am zure I could not tell wone letter in it I gave it to wone of our Neighbours that is to zay wone of our Town that is to zay wone that dwells within two or three doors of our door a little thick way and he being a better Scholard than my present zelf made hard shift to pick out the words but the Devil a bit of zense can I vind in it you talk of obliging and vavours in my Conscience Zir you be not like me wont jot nor do I vavour you at all you also talk of gratitude and merits I 'le zwear I do not know what to make of your Lingua my Neighbour tells me that it is Latin and I wonder that you would write Latin to me you know I cannot stand under it and in truth you shall be no zervant of mine I will have no zuch zervants as for your writing our Volks put it in the Virt and vor those shells you zent I know not how you call them I een mended our do or with them and zo I thank you vor em when you come again you shall be welcome to your old Friend Dick Downright A loving Letter sent to a Gentle-woman Madam IN what a multitude of sorrows I am involved since you went out of Town no Tongue is able to express nor Pen to write Had you commanded me with open breast to have stood before you whilst you had took my own Sword and had pierced my now bleeding heart I could then more willingly have suffered a death by your hand then thus long to undergo a continual torment for want of your good company Ah Madam you know my Heart is with you how can you be so cruel to make me heartless live thus long without you can you forget those pleasant Evening hours which we together spent beguiling time which gently slid away the silent night not daring to disturb our harmless mirth and innocent delight whilst on my knees you sate my loving Arms did circle round and gently grasp your small and tender body you sometimes would ravish all my sences with a Song whilst I amazed at your warbling Notes charmed to a silence and gaz'd upon your powerful sparkling eyes whose double lustre would pierce a heart more hard and more obdurate then is the Adamant Then Madam then stealing of a kiss was not content but rob'd you still of more I kist so long that I at length perceiv'd my self to be the looser for all that time my heart and soul departed from my breast and vow'd they would possess a nobler Room then into your sweet bosom both did fly and begg'd an entertainment which you gave and seem'd to cherish them with warm desire I was content and was glad they had made choice of you to he their Guandian provided I might be a visitant to come and see they no disorders bred within your quiet breast But now alas dear Madam you have left me comfortless I am left to sigh and and breath my passion out unto the open Air without redress and cannot comfort find till you return Then Madam on my knees I beg return and give me ease unless you do intend to be my death by staving longer from me thus to the powers above I do commit you desiring you to pity him who is Your languishing Lover R. T. The Gentle-womans kind Answer My sweet Soul LEt not your passion over-much disturb your rest and quiet sleep secure and know that I an equal sharer of your grief do sigh and mourn in private all alone not daring to disclose my unknowne waes unto the open Air far fear some blast should whisp 〈◊〉 this my discontent I am therefore forc'd to bide my mistries and for a time conceal my Inward pain 〈◊〉 then undergo the angry sâ—owns of an unkind Father whom I fear would count my loving you a disobedience My study is to run a safer course and by degrees to penetrate the Breast of my indulgent Mother telling her the noble love which I bear in my bâ—som is placed on you and none but you alone shall make her Daughters Bride then on my knees I 'le beg of her to mollifie the fury of my too rigurous Father who hath forgot since be first trod the paths of youthful love My hopes are still that she will moderate his strict severity and make him yeild to gratifie our loves by his good will and make us ever happy with his blessing who knows but these my hopes may take effect My Mother loves me with a tender love and when she sees my resolution fixt to marry you and with no other Man I know she 'l never rest till she overcome my Father with entreaties to be kind Then will our meeting be again with joy But if at last my expectations sail and that my Father will not give consent we should enjoy each other yet be sure I 'le never leave my Dear until cold Death shall seize my body and from thence divide my Heart and Soul which are not in his power them I 'le bequeath to thee my dearest Love for they indeed already are thy own I know I have thy loving Heart and Soul within my Breast where they shall safely dwell My Father's cruelties shall not molest their happy being neither will I long detain them at this distance from my Love For let my aged Parents frown or smile within this Month I 'le fly into thy Arms and never part till floods of joyful tears have washt away all sorrows from our hearts and hands that nought but Death shalt part us In true constancy I remain thine alone S. V. A Letter from a Gentle-woman to her Husband who had buried her Child in the Country Loving Husband I Must now acquaint you with sorrowful and I suppose unexpected news if tears and sighs of a broken hearted Wife will give me leave to write to you which is that cruel death who favours neither infancy youth nor old Age has deprived us of our pretty sweet boy which was the only joy and comfort of our lives and truly grief has almost done its worst with me for I bewailing of this our great loss am brought so low that I think I shall scarce recover my self to be able ever more to come again and see thee his sickness held him but three days before he died else I had sent you word but now it is too late for we shall never see him more I borrowed Money of my Landlady where I am
have lov'd you too much Except you had more honesty Now that which you call a delight Pray keep to your self and be hang'd If by force you do put me to fright I 'le swear you shall soundly be bang'd I never shall wish for that Which afterwards I shall repent I know what you fain would be at But without it you must be content I am not i' th mind for to take That thing you 'd so willingly give There 's another bargain to make For honestly I will live Nature says no such thing Nor will she so basely command That I such dishonour should bring On my self since I can you withstand But Love may do much I confess Where folly doth reason blind But I never to you did express That I was so foolishly kind Go go you are wantonly bent And I hate for to hear you swear Except I do find you repent Your company I shall forbear Your mark you have taken amiss Believe me when truth I do tell Be thankful for this one kiss And so pretty fool farewel Latin SONG CXIII NUnc bibito totum Nam est bene notum Quod pocula plena de vine Cor faciunt jucundum Si fuerit immundum Sic Romulus dixit Quirino Rex Vivat laetanter vos omnes clamate Qui non vult habebit in sinum Jam bibe tunc singulis vitrum date Cantabitur ad Mutatinum English SONG CXIV NOw drink it all off For 't is known well enough That brimmers of excellent Wine Will make the heart glad Be it never so sad So Romulus said to Quirine Now merrily all cry God bless the King He that drinks not shall have it in 's breast To every one see a full Glass you bring And we 'll sing till the Morn without rest A Catch SONG CXV COme come bonny boys Come away make haste come away We 'le prove that our joys Can admit of no tedious delay To the Tavern let 's go and be merry With White-wine brisk Claret and Sherry Our Dads are in Heaven we need not to fear Because they have left us some hundreds a year Latin SONG CXVI PLus scio quam Apollo Nam illo dormitante Vidi aftra Pugnantia Vulcano lachrymante Mars Venere concubuit Muliere libidinesa Vulcanus vidit Illam deridet Tunc fuit â—diosa English SONG CXVII I Know more then Apollo For whilst that he lay sleeping I saw the Stars At mortal jars And Valcan he lay peeping And Mars he lay with Venus A pritty wanton Woman But Vulcan saw And did her claw That now she 's fit for no Man SONG CXVIII GReat Love to thy Deity praises I 'le sing A Requiem to sorrow because thou didst bring Thy power I 'le own for why thou hast freed me From those desperate passions the Fates had decreed me A Heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty Love's secret embraces who ever hath known When the bloods young and warm and youth's blossom new blown To the god of that Love will certainly pay His humble Devotious by night and by day A heart hard as stone and a conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Loves humble and meek Love's gentle and sweet Not mov'd with fresh passion when frowns he doth meet He conquers by favours and wins by degrees He 's partial to none for no Mortal he sees A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty The attraction of beauty may charm for a while And Man of his freedom does often beguile Admiring those features which do but ensnare Till at length to our Foes sure Captives we are But a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty When beauty presumes and resolves for to slight All offers of Love and in Pride takes delight The sighs and the groans of a desperate Lover With cruel disdain she endeavours to smother But a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty Fair Venus Love's Queen doth his Arrows prefer Before the keen Sword of the great god of War Mars conquers but boaâ—es but Love's darts they are such Those Souls they subdue which they happen to touch A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty The scornful young Nymph that will searce take a kiss But counts her disdain a peculiar bliss Poor Strephon alas doth so wound by her hate That Cupid takes pity and she now is his mate Thus a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Those great Men of War who do count Love a toy And to amorous Courtship do ever seem coy Yet at one time or other they are forced to yield And think kisses more pleasant then the Ensigns i' th Field Thus hearts hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to Love's bow with Allegiance and duty The Country Swain that is always in labour And ne're knew no Joys but a Pipe and a Tabor Now at length casts an Eye on some Joan of his crew Then Love slips betwixt them and both doth subdue A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty The Man of old Age who death doth expect And all the Worlds vanities strives to neglect Yet often we find him with Love to be catcht Then to a young Damsel he needs must be matcht For a heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty Let the old and the young ones the rich and the poor The name and the power of Cupid adore Since none can escape or be free from his darts Which cunningly he doth convey to our hearts A heart hard as stone and conquering beauty Must bend to his bow with Allegiance and duty SONG CXIX WHen youth do agree To be merry and free Let no one repine their enjoyment to see For equal's the pleasure which is to be had Betwixt a young Lass and a lively young Lad. Time swiftly doth run And old Age it will come Our days are half spent e're our pleasure 's begun The present time 's best therefore take 't whilst you may Who knows but out sorrows begin the next day He that always is sad Must expect to be mad Good Wine and good company make the heart glad The daily fruition of which will create Desights and prevent our complaining of Fate 'T is folly not Fate Does troubles create Then let us avoid it before 't is too late Be jolly dear hearts for our Life 's but a span And a hundred years hence we may love if we can Then give me a Lass And good Wine a full glass The drousie Mechanick's a temperate Ass He studies to get but he knows not for who Thus daily his trouble he seeks to pursue Perhaps when he
Bow fly And stick close to her Fiddle Her Feet must hold the lower end And her knees must hold the middle Two fingers on the Hair must lie And two upon the Back She must ever keep true time And with her Feet it pat And when she hath as she would have She must it gently thrust Up Down Swift Slow at any rate As she her self doth list When by experience she doth find That she grows something cunning She 'l ne're be contented in her mind But whilst the Bow is running SONG LXXII VVHen first my dear Delia my heart did surprize By the attraction of Beauty and power of her Eyes I trembl'd and sigh'd and stedfastly gaz'd Until all my thoughts into raptures were rais'd That Monarch's unworthy who grudges to part With Scepter and Crown to attain such a Heart SONG LXXIII HOw bonny and brisk how pleasant and sweet Were Jenny and I while my passion is strong So cagerly each others flame we did meet That a minutes delay did appear to be long The Vows that I made her she seal'd with a kiss Till my Soul I had lost in a rapture of bliss I vow'd and I thought I cou'd ever have lov'd Where beauty and kindness together I found So sweetly she look't and so sweetly she mov'd That I fancy'd my strength with my joys to abound For the pleasures I gave she did doubly requite By finding out ever new ways to delight At last when enjoyment had put out my fire My strength was decay'd and my passion was done So pall'd was my Fancy so tame my desire That I from the Nymph very fain would have gone Ah Jenny said I we adore you in vain For Beauty enjoy'd does but turn to disdain SONG LXXIV THey call they call what voice is that A Lady in despair Whose Tears and Sorrows comes too late Her losses to repair By too much Pride I 've lost a heart I languish to regain And yet I 'de kill the Man I love E're own my pleasing pain Some gentle spirit shew the Fate Of him I love but fain wou'd hate In vain in vain thou seek'st our aid Thy passion to remove For see alas the foul event Of thy too Tragick Love See see the Crown thou didst disdain Another Brow must wear Then sigh and weep no more in vain But die in deep despair May this be all proud Beauties fate Still to repent their Pride too late SONG LXXV NAy let me alone I protest I 'le be gon 'T is a Folly to think I 'le be subject to one Never hope to confine A young Gallant to dine Like a Scholar of Oxford On none but a Loin For after enjoyment our bellies are full And the same Dish again makes the Appetite dull By your wantoning Art Of a sigh and a start You endeavour in vain To inveigle my heart For the pretty disguise Of your languishing eyes Will never prevail With my Sinews to rise 'T is never the Mode in an amorous Treat When a Lover hath dined to perswade him to eat Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best 'T is only variety Makes up the Feast For when we 're enjoy'd And with pleasures are cloy'd The vows that we made To love ever are void And now pretty Nymph it was ever unfit That a meal should be made of a relishing bit SONG LXXVI TYrant thou seekest in vain With her pure blood thy guilty Sword to stain Heaven does that sacred blood design To be the source of an immortal Line Death will not dare to touch that heart Which Love hath chosen for his Dart. Chorus Fair Innocence and Beauty are Of watchful Heaven the chiefest care But the devouring Monster shall A Sacrifice to Justice fall Richmond does fly to your redress Love's Messengers can do no less His Sword shall with one blow Cut off your Fetters and Tyrants too All resistance vain will prove When valout is inspired by Love Chorus Tyrants by Heaven and Earth are curst They swell with blood untill they burst But Lovers are wise Natures care What Tyrants ruine they repair SONG LXXVII AST was Walking In a May Morning I heard a Bird sing Cuckoo Upon a Tree of choice She sung with pleasant voice Which made my heart rejoyce Cuckoo She noddled up and down And she swore by her Crown Her Friends liv'd in this Town Cuckoo All you that Married be Come learn this Song of me And so we shall agree to be Cuckoo Upon a Tree SONG LXXVIII GOd Cupid's for certain as foolish as blind To settle his heart upon people unkind His punishment's just for not having regard To gentle complyers but ungrateful and hard And you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue As shadows do follow those who run away And fly those that follow as if 't were at play As Death soonest searcheth Men fearing to die From those who wish for him he farthest doth fly So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue If a shade you embrace you 'l find your hands empty If you court a fair face she 'l nothing but tempt ye Reciprocal kindness you 'l always see missing Returning base scorn as bad as a hissing So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue The Lovers hard fate is sure from above True love meets disdain as disdain doth with Love Or else flesh and blood could ne're be so cruel To give gentle flame so dismal a Fuel Chorus Thus you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue SONG LXXIX I 'De have you quoth he Wou'd you have me quoth she O where Sir In my Chamber quoth he In your Chamber quoth she Why there Sir To kiss you quoth he To kiss me quoth she O why Sir Cause I love it quoth he Do you love it quoth she So do I Sir SONG LXXX WHat shall we do When our eyes are surrounded With Beauties like you Our hearts must be wounded If we fly from the War Your Darts do o're-take us And if we stay there Your Captives you make us Engaging or flying w' are sure to be slain Then who is so mad such a Fight to maintain And yet Oh! how sweet Are the wounds of your glances Then nobly we 'l meet Though we fall by your Lances When your smiles do evince That our Death will be pleasant Better die like a Prince Then live like a Peasant If engaging or flying we are certain to die 'T is courage to fight and a folly to fly SONG LXXXI THou art so fair and cruel too I am amaz'd what shall I do To compass my desire Sometimes thy eyes do me invite But when I venture kill me quite Yet still encrease my fire Ost have I try'd my love to quell And thought it's fury to repel Since I no hopes do find But when I think
of leaving thee My heart as much doth torture me As 't would rejoyce if kind I still must love though hardly us'd And never offer but resus'd Can any suffer more Be coy be cruel do thy worst Though for thy sake I am accurst I must and will adore SONG LXXXII Loe behind a Scene of Seas Under a Canopy of Trees The fair new golden World was laid Sleeping like a harmless Maid Till alas she was betraid In such shades Urania lay Till Love discover'd out a way And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Her poor Heart had no defence But it 's Maiden innocence In each sweet retiring eye You might easily descry Troops of yielding beauties fly Leaving rare unguarded Treasure To the Conquerours Will and Pleasure And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Now and then a stragling frown Through the shades skipt up and down Shooting such a piercing dart As would make the Tyrant smart And preserve her Lips and heart But alas her Empire 's gone Throne and Temples all undone And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Charm alost the stormy Winds That may keep these Golden minds And let Spaniard's love be tore On some cruel Rocky Shore Where he 'l put to Sea no more Lest poor conquered beauty cry Oh I 'me wounded Oh I die And then there is no power above Can save me from this Tyrant Love SONG LXXXIII I Never shall henceforth approve The Deity of Love Since he could be So much unjust by wounding me To leave my Mistress free As if my shame could leave a Print Upon a heart of flint Can flesh and stone Be e're converted into one By my poor flame alone Were he a God he 'd neither be Partial to her nor me But by a Dart Directed into eithers Heart Make both confess his Art Thus being melted with his subtile fire Our loves might mingle into one desire SONG LXXXIV WHy lovely Celia shou'd I fear To tell you that I love Since I no other shape can wear But what you may approve What fault can you with my bright passion find That must be as immortal as your mind 'T is secret friendship that I bring Friendship the Soul of Love A rich though long a banish'd thing To those blest Souls above Only this just return from you I crave As you possess my heart I yours may have The Treacherous he that proffers bliss By glitt'ring joyntures made He only the Impostor is By which you are betraid How vainly will it by you then be sought To gain that freedom which your Tyrant brought The crafty Leopards so doth win On herds that fearless lye With that enamel of his skin Till the surpris'd must die Too late alas then strives the Captive prey From the insulting foe to get away A Mad man's Song LXXXV IN Caves sull of Skulls and rotten old bones There she sighs in the day time and in the night groans Amongst Hosts of the guilty for ever she 'l howl And in beds full of Serpents Eternally rowl But I and rene 'll be merry Amongst happy Lovers we 'll play Ah Charon make hast with your Ferry Row hard and I 'le double your pay A Dialogue between Sorrow and one Afflicted SONG LXXXVI Afflict O Sorrow sorrow say where dost thou dwell Sorrow In the lowest Room of Hell Afflict Art thou born of human race Sorrow No no I have a furious face Afflict Art thou of City Town or Court Sorrow I to ev'ry place resort Afflict Why O why Into the World was Sorrow sent Sorrow Men afflicted best repent Afflict What dost thou seed on Sorrow Broken Sleep Afflict What tak'st thou pleasure in Sorrow To weep To sob to pine to groan To wring my hands and sit alone Afflict When O when shall Sorrow quiet have Never Never Never Never till she find a Grave SONG LXXXVII VVHilst Alexis lay prest in her Arms he lov'd best With his hands round her neck and his head on her breast He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay And his Soul in the Tempest just flying away When Coelia saw this with a sigh and a kiss She cry'd Oh my dear I am robb'd of my bliss 'T is unkind to your Love and unfaithfully done To leave me behind you and die all alone The youth though in hast and breathing his last In pity dy'd slowly whilst she dy'd more fast Till at length she cry'd now my Dear now let us go Now die my Alexis and I will die too Thus entranc'd they did lie till Alexis did try To recover new breath that again he might die Then often they dy'd but the more they did so The Nymph dy'd more quick and the Shepherd more slow The double Health SONG LXXXVIII TUrn off the Glass 't is a crime to see 't full Drinking dead liquor has made us so dull Let slaves and Phanaticks be subject to care Deep thoughts and affairs our fierce enemies are On the Death of Mr. Pelham Humphry SONG LXXXIX DId you not hear the hideous groans The shrieks and heavy moans That spread themselves o're all the pensive Plain And rend the breast of many a tender Swain 'T was for Amintas dead and gone Sing you forsaken Shepherds sing his praise In careless melancholy Lays Lend him a little doleful breath For Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death 'T was thou that mad'st dead words to live Thou that dead numbers didst inspire With charming Voice and tuneful Lyre That Life to all but to thy self could'st give Why could'st thou not thy wondrous art bequeath Poor Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death Chorus Sing pious Shepherds sing while you may Before the approaches of the fatal day For you your selves that sing this mournful Song Alas e're it be long Shall like Amintas breathless be Though more forgotten in the Grave then be SONG XC SUre it is so then let it go Let the giddy-brain'd times run round Let the Cobler be crown'd And Monarchy thus we recover Let Fools go and Preach And the Apes go and teach And the Clown be the amorous Lover Let Fortune be blind and Love prove unkind And a Cobler as stout as Hector Let Diana turn Whore And Excise-men grow poor And a Brewer a second Protector Let the great Epicure no Junkets indure And an excellent Trades-man go hoop Sir Let a Whore-master hap To want a good Clap And a Taylor at last turn Trooper Let Merchants want gains And Lovers high strains And a Farmer his skill in Cowing Let the Lawyer come down To put off his Gown And put on his Jacket for Plowing Let an Hostler want dung And an Orator Tongue And the Poets a sence of framing Let a Lyar want skill To have Wit at will And a common shark know no gaming He that ne're read nor writ Shall be the only Wit And in these and the like disasters There will none think me rude If I boldly conclude
Romantick Way and Mode yet you well enough know my meaning therefore not to talk any longer at this distance I must with your pardon tell you plainly that I love you Madam and none but you alone therefore pity my condition Sarah Since you have discovered your self to be 1 Lover and for my sake and not only now on a sudden but a pretty while since if I may believe you but young men are so false that I know not what to say to you Sam. You have tryed my constancy for it is some years since you know I first offer'd the tenders of my love to you and though you answer'd me still with flat denial yet you see that I had not so slightly grounded my passion as that your frowns as yet could make me have an ill opinion of your love Sarah Well since you are resolved to proceed and will take no denial know then that I must try you further still therefore prepare your self to answer me Sam. Speak boldly Madam and let your demands be ne're so difficult to perform if they are in mans power to accomplish you shall be obeyed and Madam gladly too should you command me this very minute to be my own bloody Executioner Sarah No Sir I wish you long may live and happy but if you ere intend to be my Bridegroom you must Sam. What must I do Madam speak without fear your will shall be my pleasure Sarah No I am asham'd to tell you but yet I can't forbear but I must tell you you must Sam. Dear Madam speak and blush not Sarah Why this it is you must come now and kiss me and by that kiss swear that within the space of six days you will marry me Sam. Auspicious Heaven and all ye Powers above to you on bended knees I first return my thankful Prayers and next dear Madam with humble gratitude I at your feet do prostrate fall where silence gladly shall shew I do consent for words cannot express my present joy Sarah Rise worthy Sir you have deserved my love nor could I longer keep you in despair from hence call me your own Sam. My dearest onely Joy you have now for ever blest me this kiss shall usher in a thousand more give me your hand I le wait upon you home Where speedily without the least delay We will appoint our Joyful Wedding day DIALOGUE II. A Discourse betwixt Corydon and Celia Corydon WHy dearest Celia should you prove so cruel to him that loves you more than life or any other thing that bears a name a world of fighs and groans have fill'd the skyes with the Ecchoes of My Celia Fair and Cruel Caelia but no redress as yet I have found then dain my pretty Paramour at length to smile upon distracted Corydon Celia What means the Shepherd thus to trouble me what Cruelties are these you speak of for my part I know not of any unkindness that I ever shew'd to you What is' t you would have tell me wherein that Caelia has been offensive to you and without doubt a speedy recompence will be made you Corydon Oh would that Corydon could find it so as Celia has told him soon my dearest Celia should know the cause of all my Miseries and Woes You need not ask me Celia why I call you Cruel my looks will tell you though my tongue be silent Celia Indeed Corydon you do mistake my skill for I am no good Physiognomist neither did I ever pretend to it therefore if you would that I be made sensible of your grief you must tell it me downright and then if it lies in my power to give you ease and I deny it you then will have just cause to call me cruel and not before For no Doctor or Surgeon can tell how to apply any remedy to a Sick Patient before he knows from whence his distemper springs Corydon You cannot be so ignorant as you pretend you are I cannot think but that you know my grief 't is Love my Dearest Celia 't is Love Celia How Coryden did you say Love or did I mistake that word speak it again Corydon Yes so I will my Celia for 't is Love and the Love of you alone that I that I poor Shepherd langaith after thus Celia And is it so Do you Love me so well Corydon that it makes you sick Poor man why do you Love me so much then cannot you forbear Corydon Yes I can forbear to live but not to love Death will be a Welcome Guest to my discontented mind Celia Oh Corydon why do you talk of death the very name of death affrightens me prithee tell me Corydon does love and death keep company together Corydon No Celia Life and Love are companions together and death associates himself with disdain Do you not know I love you Celia Celia Why what if you do love me what then I won't kill you I hope every body loves me I am sure my Father and Mother does and what must I kill them too God forbid Corydon Ah Celia thy pretty innocence does make me smile I had thought thou hadst been more crafty and by consequence more cruel till now I hear thy answers but tell me Celia doest thou love me my sweetest Celia Yes indeed do I Corydon and have done ever since you and I played together in our Church-Yard Corydon That 's my good Girle come and kiss me Celia Celia Well are you satisfied now I hope you will not say I am cruel now will ye Corydon Corydon No no my pretty Love thou art kind to me now come and let me kiss thee again Celia No indeed but you must not Corydon Why didst not thou like the last kiss I gave thee Celia Celia Yes I lik'd it well enough Corydon but my Mother always charged me that I should not suffer any man to kiss me Corydon Did thy Mother never talke of me Celia Celia Yes very often Corydon and I told her how you talk'd of love to me a great while ago but I knew not what you meant by it nor don 't yet but my Mother charged me not to come into your company nor suffer you so much as to touch me and told me that I must not hear you when you talk of Love for I must love no body but my Father and Mother Corydon Why surely she did not tell thee so did she Celia Celia Yes indeed she did Corydon and a great deal more than that but I shall not name it Corydon Yes prithee do Celia let me hear what 't was she said to thee Celia No indeed you shall not 't was something she bid me not to let you do but what it was I will not name for all the world Corydon No more thou shalt not Celia for I guess it already and that 's enough for me Celia Well if you do you do I don't much care but I vow you make me blush Corydon Blush not my Celia for I will not name it come sit thee down my
and no longer let me live then in the care of that comfort as for Fools they cannot understand me and Knaves shall not trouble me as for drunkenness never doubt me for it is a thing most loathsome in my Nature as for your Money I humbly thank you and I hope to bestow it according to your good liking thus with my prayers for your long life health and happiness I remain Your dutiful Son till death H. D. A merry Letter after the old Fashion sent to a Maid AFter my Love remembred unto you trusting in God that you are in good health as I was at this present writing with my Father and my Mother and my Brothers and Sisters and Unkles and Aunts and the rest of my good Friends thanks be to God for it The cause of my writing to you at this time is that I hear Joan since my coming from Weston when you know what talk we had together there at the sign of the Horns and how you did give me your hand and swear that you would not forsake me for all the World and how you made me buy you a Ring and a Heart that cost me two and twenty pence and I left them with you and you gave me a Napkin to wear in my Hat and a small Feather I thank you which I will wear to my dying day and I marvel if it be true as I hear that you have altered your mind and are made sure to my Neighbour Pigsay's Son Truly Joan you do not well in so doing and God will plague you for it and I hope I shall live well enough if I never have you for there are more Maids in the World besides you Joan and truly I count my self worth the whistling after I am sure there are some young Maids about us will except of me and be glad to leap at me to have such Honey kisses Joan as I used to give you therefore be not so high and so proud Joan and so scornful for if you will have none of me I will have none of you but will be as stout and as coy as any handsome Maid in England for you know my old Grandsir has left my Father good House and Land and my Father will give it to me his own Son I am sure and therefore praying you to write me your Answer by this Bearer my friend touching the truth of all how it stands with you I commit you to God From Willow-green May 11. 1675. J.S. Jones Answer INdeed sweet John I did not expect such a Letter from your hands I would have you to know I scorn it have I got my Fathers and Mothers ill will for you to be so used at your hands I perceive and if you be so jealous already you would be somewhat another day I am glad I find you that you can believe any thing of me but it is no matter I care not send me my Napkin and you shall have your Ring and your Heart for I can have enough if I never see you more for there are more Batchellors then John and my penny is as good silver as yours and seeing you are so stout even put up your Pipes for I will have no more to do with you and so unsaying all that ever hath been said betwixt us pray make your choice where you list for I know where to be beloved and so farewel J. R. A Letter from a Father to a Son at the university Dear Son I Am sorry to tell thee that I hear thy diligence doth not answer my desire and I would gladly wish it otherwise but I hope a kind admonition will suffice to work a on good Nature and therefore will rather hope the best then doubt the contrary and in the love of a Father let me entreat thee to avoid the company of a lewd fellow as rather an enemy then a Friend The Feminine Sex are dangerous to affect for as they will be a loss of time so with hinderance of study they will produce expence The exercise of thy body I admit for thy health but let thy Love be in thy Learning else wilt thou never be a good Scholar for desire and delight are the best Masters both of Art and Knowledge whilst vertuous Reason makes Understanding gracious Therefore not out of the bitter humour of displeasure but the careful Nature of affection I write unto thee for thy own good and as nothing can joy the heart of a Father more then the obedience of a loving child so can there nothing be more grievous then the stubborn spirit of an ungracious Son I speak this to thee knowing thy years and understanding able to digest the consideration of my desire which in sum is my joy in thy good For let me tell thee my Estate thou knowest and how much I have strained my credit for thy advancement to which Learning being a speedy and an assured good means I would be glad to see my comfort in thy profit in such fruits of thy study as with the blessing of God may hasten thy preferment therefore be industrious and diligent for thy own benefit and thou shalt not want a Father's encouragement to the very utmost of his ability thus praying to God for thee whom I beseech daily to bless thee with my hearts love to the Lord's blessing I leave thee who am Thy loving Father S. D. The Son's Answer Loving Father AFter the bands of humble duty my good Father I have received your most kind and loving Letter in which how much joy I have received I cannot express fearing rather your sharp rebuke then loving admonition but God himself who can and doth work more in some Natures with a kind chiding then in others with may stripes I know you are not ignorant of the inclination of youth and therefore thus kindly touch the hurt of inheedfulness for which how much I do humbly thank you I hope the care of your counsel in time shall pleasingly tell you therefore for what ill you have heard grieve not and of the good you may hear doubt not but believe me for I will not abuse your trust whatever vanity soever I have seemed to effect My Book hath been the Mistress of my Love in which how much I will labour and from which what profit I will gather your hope shall see in the effect of God's blessing without the which how dangerous are many studies to the understandings of ungracious Spirits I would it were known in any and I pray God that none may know it in me I My preferment I leave to God's pleasure who best knows how to dispose of his Servants and for your contentment that it may be in my obedience Your health as the worlds happiness I pray for mine own moderate exercise with abstinence from excess doth with God's blessing hold me in good state and for the Feminine Sex though I would be no Hypocrite I had rather read of then be acquainted with them for I allow
my faults then I can have the considence to ask your pardon pray Sir be therefore satisfied in my protestations that I not only love but also honour you I shall endeavour so to use my time to the best advantage of my future good that you my aged Parents may have joy and comfort at all times when ever you see my face Learning I know is a most precious Jewel not to be obtained without a careful study and industry my diligence shall therefore be to the utmost of my power to acquire to my self so rich a gem which is of that great value You know that none shall ever reap the profit of your Learning but your self therefore my child seek it and thou shalt have it I am glad to hear that you are merry for it is a sign that you are in health but let me advise you Child to have a care that Vanity take not up too much Room in your mind and heart supplying that place which should contain profounder knowledge stealing away your thoughts from following better things I always Sir do consult with reason in my affairs before I pitch upon any design therefore after I have had some small time to deliberate my thoughts I shall be ready and willing to give you my opinion and best judgement in this matter Love is a thing that I never yet studied therefore you tell me strange news about it but I will consider on 't and if I find I can love any Man it shall be you as soon as any body I know of But since our Parents angry are and will not give their consents that we should marry together I am resolved if you will agree to appoint a time when privately we may make our selves happy though against their wills 'T is true I love and that you know full well but willingly would have our Friend 's good will yet since you are resolved to take me at a venture name but the time and I will surely meet you for I had rather offend all my friends then in the least to prove unkind or fickle to thee my dearest Love and only joy Admire not that I appear to be somewhat strange to your propositions for I know that you have ever been unconstant therefore I shall be careful how I settle my affections on a sudden Stoop not so low as once to condescend to act such folly for ruine will attend all those that without consideration match themselves to such extravagancy I heartily could wish the time were come that both our hearts and hands might be united I willingly would run a lawful course yet hardly can indure to stay so long why should I be delayed from that sweet enjoyment which every night I dream on without redress 't is real pleasure that I want my dear Conclusions and endings of Letters of all sorts and upon all occasions THus do I take my leave and submit my self to your Lordships pleasure who am The humblest of your Scrvitors A. B. I never thought my self more happy then when I was busie in prosecuting your Worship's just commands therefore let me beg of you to harbour no ill opinion of him who is The only admirer of your Worship's virtues B. C. Thus honoured Sir do I commit my self to your just censure knowing that you will be favourable to Your distressed Servant C. D. Much might be added worthy Sir upon this same business but time will not give me leave any longer to insist thereon I therefore at this time shall conclude and only acknowledge that I am and ever will be to my death Your faithful Friend and most humble Servant D. E. But lest I should seem troublesome in being too tedious in this my Letter I shall only add this to my former acknowledgements that I am Your most obliged and most faithful Servant E. F. Consider well on what I have writ you word of and meditate on it at your leisure which is all from Your affectionate Father F. G. What ever you have writ to me shall so deeply be lodged in my breast that nothing but death shall take it from thence which I hope will be a satisfaction to you from Sir Your dutiful Son G. H. My dearest-Soul blame me not for my suspition and jealousie of thy unconstancy but rather pardon it for it proceeds from the abundance of love of him who is The only adorer of thy beauty H. I. And if your suspition Sir be grounded out of your own imagination and all without cause I shall not desire that you should adore me but imploy your time in learning to be wiser and that is all from her who is Yours more then you deserve I. K. But to sum up all complements in one Line I am Sir Yours till death in death and after death K. L. Now since your folly I have pretty well discovered I think it is time to leave off at this time only telling you that I am Your Friend more than you are your own L. M. Therefore Sir let me desire you not to question my fidelity in this concern but rely wholly upon Your most faithful Friend M. N. Ah Madam what shall I say more that might move you to compassion a thousand Sheets of Paper would be too little to contain the full description of my sorrows which night and day I do undergo for want of the enjoyment of your Love 't is nothing else I ask dear Madam but one smile from your sweet self which if you would but grant it would revive Your languishing and disconsolate Lover N. O. That which you ask dear Sir I out of pitty grant for it never shall be said that I should so disturb so likely and so hopeful a Gentleman as your self in denying him so small a request when next you please to see me again I 'le meet you with a smile and if that won't do I 'le smile again and so continue till you shall be satisfied then I hope you will be pleased with her who is Your compassionate and most loving Friend M. P. And Joan I now have only this to tell thee that in good truth I love thee dearly who am called by the name of Robin Hog And that I may end my Letter just as you have done Robin I must tell you that I love you as well as you love me which I had almost forgot but I think such good words do never come too late this is all from her who is thine and honestly known by my proper name being my Mothers name who was born before me Joan Sow Superscriptions for Letters suitable for all Degrees and Qualities of Men and Women TO the most High and Mighty Monarch His sacred Majesty of Great Brittain Or thus To the most Gracious and Victorious Monarch Caesar Augustus Salutem Nobility To the most Illustrious Prince To his Royal Highness James Duke of York But to other Dukes thus To the most Renowned Duke To the Right Honourable Earl of c. To the
the Frolick go round Hark hark how the brids in sweet consort conspire The Lark and the Nightingale joyn And in every Grove there 's an amorous Choire While nothing but mirth is their harmless design Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round Methinks the god Paâ— whose Subjects we are Sits and smiles on his flowery Throne He accepts our kind offering every one Our May-pole's his Scepter our Garland his Crown Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round SONG III. THe delights of the Bottle and the charms of good Wine To the Powers and the Pleasures of Love must resign Though the Nights in the Joys of good drinking be past The debauches but till the next morning do last But Love's great debauch is more lasting and strong For that often lasts a Man all his Life long Love and Wine are the bonds which fasten us all The World but for these to confusion would fall Were it not for the Pleasure of Love and good Wine Mankind for each trifle their lives would resign They 'd not value dull Life but would live without thinking Nor would Kings rule the World but for Love and good Drinking SONG IV. TEll me no more you love Unless you will grant my desire E'ry thing will prove But Fuel unto my Fire 'T is not for kisses alone So long have I made my address There 's something else to be done Which you cannot chuse but guess 'T is not a charming smile That brings me my perfect joys Nor can I be beguil'd With sighs or craving eyes There is an essence within Kind Nature has clear'd the doubt Such bliss cannot prove a Sin Therefore I will find it out SONG V. Dorinda's lamentation for Amintas A Dieu to the pleasures and follies of Love For a passion more noble my fancy doth move My Shepherd is dead and I live to proclaim With sorrowful notes my Amintas his Name The Wood-Nymphs reply when they hear me complain Thou never shake see thy Amintas again For Death hath befriended him Fate hath defended him None none alive is so happy a Swain You Shepherds and Nymphs that have danc'd to his lays Come help me to sing forth Amintas's praise No Swain for the Garland durst with him dispute So sweet were his Notes whilst he sung to his Lute Then come to his Grave and your kindness pursue To weave him a Garland of Cypress and Yew For life hath forsaken him Death has o'retaken him No Swain again will be ever so true Then leave me alone to my wretched Estate I lost him too soon and I lov'd him too late You Ecchoes and Fountains my witnesses prove How deeply I sigh for the loss of my Love And now of our Pan whom we chiefly adore This favour I never will cease to implore That I may go above And there enjoy my Love And live more happy than ever before The Catholick Lover SONG VI. T Is not enough great gods 't is not enough That I one single beauty love No no Eternal powers if you Envy the peace my mind once knew If 't be my Fate to be a slave If I must love and such passions have Let not one Quiver or one Bow One glance one dart one Arrow do Let many eyes my freedom break Let many chains me Captive make 'T is Caesar-like From many wounds a death to take SONG VII LOng since fair Clarinda my passion did move Whilst under my friendship I cover'd my Love But now I must speak though I fear 't is in vain 'T is too late in my Death to dissemble my pain In telling my Love though I fear she 'l deny I shall ease my sad heart and more quietly dye Ah sure by my eyes you my passion might find No friendship e're languish'd or look'd half so kind Though I said not I lov'd you might see it too plain Friends use not to sigh nor to speak with such pain Each touch of your hand such a warmth did inspire My Face was all flam'd and my heart all a fire My thoughts are so tender my Tongue cannot tell What bliss wou'd be yours could you love half so well Let the thing with a Title our property move Let him have the shew and let me have the Love I have lov'd you so long that if now you delay You 'l owe me so much as you never can pay SONG VIII WHat fighs and groans now fill my breast And suffer me to take no rest For my Carmelia Oh she 's gone And left me here to sigh alone But is she dead Then I 'le go see If in her Grave there 's room for me Oh cruel Fate that so design'd To take her and leave me behind And thou Oh death whose quick Alarms Have snatcht her rudely from my Arms Canst thou not find a way for me To my Carmelia's brest to flee Dye then Anselmio why dost stay Since thy Carmelia leads the way Oh! die yet faster do not live That dearest Nymph for to survive Now dearest Soul I come I fly Always to live with thee I die SONG IX VVHy should Friends and Kindred gravely make thee Wrong thy self and cruelly forsake me Be still my dearest Mistress hang Relations Love 's above their dull considerations Let 'em live and heap up treasure Whilst that thee and I enjoy our pleasure He that seeks a Mistress in a portion Puts himself to use with damn'd extortion If he must be brib'd to copulation Pox upon his Love 't is out of fashion Where we like no matter what the estate is 'T is not Love except we shew it Gratis How to see the Miser have I wondred Weighing out his passion by the Hundred Ne're consulting Birth nor Education Vertue without Wealth 's but prophanation Be she old or ugly 't is no matter So she is but rich he 'l venture at her Joynture is a sordid Lay-invention Quite beside our Nature and Intention When we wou'd agree it makes resistance Finding tricks to keep us at a distance Then who poorly make a new Election Suffers wealth to trouble his affection SONG X. A Rant MAke a noise Pull it out And drink about Brave Boys T'other Cup Fill the Glass You sober Ass Turn up Why so sad Wee 'le have more Upon the score My Lad Let the Rabble Prate and babble Fontre Diable We will all be mad Sing a Catch Serenade In Masquerade The Watch Prittle prattle Tittle tattle Give 'em battle They shall find their match See they come Staves and Pikes Who ever strikes Strike home Come Boys draw Fairly meet 'Em in the street Saw Saw Bravely done Cut and slash The Weapons clash They run How they wallow Let us follow Hoop and hallow For the day is won All 's our own Every Crack Must on her back Lye down Let us muster In a cluster Huff and bluster For we rule the Town Play along Sing and
thing Who once was invested in 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 e're this Had better been nothing then what now he is Blind Colonel Hewson that lately did crawl To a lofty degree from a low Cobler's stall Did bring all to nothing when Awl came to Awl Your Gallant that Rants it in delicate clothing Though lately he was but a pitiful 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 general Bar will have nothing to say Whores that in Silk were by Gallants embrac'd By a rabble of Prentices lately were chas'd Their 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 discretion 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 't was with him as now it 's with you He studied it when he had nothing to do This very word nothing if took the right way May prove advantageous for what would you say If the Vint'ner should cry there 's nothing to pay SONG LIV. Cupid once was weary grown With Womens errands laid him down On a refreshing Rosie Bed The same sweet Covert harboured A Bee and as she always had Aquarrel with Loves idle Lad Stings the soft Boy Pains and Fears Straight melts him into Cryes and Tears As Wings and Feet would let each other Home he hastens to his Mother Then on her knees he hangs his head And cryes Oh Mother I am dead An ugly Snake they call a Bee Oh see it swells has murder'd me Venus with smiles replies O Sir Does a Bees sting make all this stir Think what pains then attend those Darts Wherewith thou still art wounding hearts E'n let it smart may chance that then Thou 'lt learn more pitty towards Men. Philomel and Charon SONG LV. Phil. CHaron Oh gentle Charon let me wooe thee By tears and pitty now to come unto me Char. What voice so sweet and charming do I hear Speak what thou art Phil. I prithee first draw near Char. A sound I hear but nothing yet can see Speak what thou art Phil. Oh Charon pity me I am a Bird and though no name I tell My Warbling Note will say I am Philomel Char. What 's that to me I waft no Fish nor Fowls Nor Beasts nor Birds but only humane Souls Phil. Alas for me Char. Shame on thy witching Note That made me thus hoise Sail and bring my Boat But I 'le return what mischief brought thee hither Phil. A deal of Love and much much grief together Char. If this be all I am gone Phil. For Love I pray thee Char. Talk not of love all pray but few Souls pay me Phil. I 'le give thee sighs and tears Char. Will tears and sighs pay scores For patching Sails for mending Boats and Oars Phil. I 'le beg a penny and I 'le sing so long Till thou shalt say I have paid thee with a Song Char. Why then begin Phil. And all the while we make Our slothful passage o're the Stygian Lake Thou and I 'le sing to make these dull shades merry Which else with tears would doubtless drown our Ferry SONG LVI WHat an Ass is he That waits on a Womans leisure For a minutes pleasure And yet perhaps may be Gull'd at last and lose her What an Ass is he Shall I sigh and die Cause a Maid denies me And that she may try Suffer patiently Oh no Fate shall tye me To such cruelty Love is all my Life For it keeps me doing Yet my Love and Wooing Is not for a Wife It is good eschewing Warring care and strife What need I to care For a Womans favour If another have her Why should I despair When for Gold and labour I can have my share If I fancy one And that one do love me Yet deny to prove me Farewel I am gone She can never move me Farewel I am gone If I chance to see One that 's brown I love her Till I see another That 's more brown than she For I am a Lovet Of my Liberty Every day I change And at once love many Yet not ty'd to any For I love to range And if one shou'd stay me I should think it strange What if she be old So that she have riches Youth and Form bewitches But it is store of Gold Cures lascivious Itches So the Criticks hold SONG LVII I Know more then Apollo For whilst that he was sleeping I saw the Stars At mortal Jars And watry Neptune weeping I saw fierce Mars contending With his bright fiery Face Saturn likewise Threat'ning the Skies Cariering with a Grace Venus with all her Train Of Heavenly Nymphs was dancing Revelling all night They vanish'd quite And Pegasus left prancing Sol hid himself and Phoebe Pluckt in her Horns for fear And Jove did fly Through the Gallery But his Messenger did swear Astronomers from hence Might Britains State pourtray Our Sun 's a sleep Let England weep Impiety bears sway Meteors not Stars Eclipse Our Hemisphere I think If they be crown'd The World turns round We 're all undone let 's drink SONG LVIII HOld back thy Hours dark night till we have done The day will come too soon Young Maids will curse thee if thou steal'st away And leav'st their blushes open to the day Stay stay and hide The blushes of the Bride Stay Gentle night and with thy darkness cover The kisses of my Lover Stay and confound her Tears and her shrill cryings Her weak denyals vow and often dyings Stay and hide all But help not though she call SONG LIX COurtier if thou need'st wilt Wive From this Lesson learn to thrive If to match it be thy Fate Let her surpass in Birth and State Let her curious garments be Twice above thine own degree This will draw great eyes upon her Gain her Servants and thee Honour SONG LX. POor Citizen if thou wilt be A happy Husband learn of me To set thy Wife first in thy Shop A fait kind sweet Wife sets a poor Man up What though thy shelves be ne're so bare A Woman still is currant Ware Each Man will cheapen Foe and Friend But whilst thou art at th' other end What e're thou seest or what dost hear Fool have no eye to nor no Ear And after Supper for her sake When thou hast fed snort though thou wake What though the Gallants call thee Mome Yet with thy Lanthorn light her home I am confident but will not tell Where such a Citizen doth dwell A Serenade SONG LXI THou joy of all hearts and delight of all eyes Natures chief and Beauties chief prize
Look down you 'l discover Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover With a heart full as true As e're languisht for you Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover The heart that was once a Monarch in 's breast Is now your poor Captive and can have no rest 'T wil never give over But about your sweet bosom will hover Dear Miss let it in By Heaven 't is no sin Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover SONG LXII CLoris when you disperse your influence Your dazling beams are quick and clear You so surprize and wound the sence So bright a Miracle you appear Admiring Mortals you astonish so No other Deity they know But think that all Divinity 's below One charming look from your Illustrious face Is able to subdue mankind So sweet so powerful a grace Makes all Men Lovers but the blind Nor can they freedom by resistance gain For each embraces the soft chain And never struggles with the pleasing pain SONG LXIII VVHen first my free heart Was inspir'd by desire So loft was the wound And so gentle the fire My sighs were so sweet And so pleasant the smart I pitty'd the slave That had ne're lost his heart He thinks himself happy And free but alas He 's far from that Heaven Which Lovers possess In Nature was nothing That I could compare With the beauty of Chloris I thought her so fair A Wit so Divine All her sayings did fill A Goddess she seem'd And I thought of her still With a zeal more enflam'd And a passion more true Then a Martyr in Flames For Religion can shew More vertues and graces I found in her mind Then the Schools can invent Or the gods e're design'd She seem'd to be mine By each glance of her eye If Mortals might aim At a blessing so high Each day with new favours New hopes she did give But alas what is wisht We too soon do believe With awful respect While I lov'd I admir'd But fear'd to attempt What so much I desir'd In a moment my Joys And my hopes were destroy'd A Shepherd more daring Fell on and enjoy'd Yet in spight of my Fate And the pains I endure In a second Amour I will seek for my cure SONG LXIV VVHat does the fair Clariza mean To tantalize her Servant so She frowns and sweetly smiles agen Whence these alternate Fancies flow Flong to know Though they for trivial causes are Each glance to me 's a several Fate My Heart 's the Ship her Eye the Star The Port it Sails to love or hate Which on her wait When sad Aurora's clouded dress Seems to portend a stormy day The dying flow'rs their heads depress But take new Life from Sol's bright Ray I fare like they Though Love has made me Reason's Foe Some weak reflexions still remain Which her deriding scorn do show By which my faults and her disdain I see too plain Yet let her know that still I love If that 's presumptuous I adore But if my Fate uncertain prove And she mysterious as before I 'le love no more To all but that Divinest she My flame shall ever be unknown If just contempt my purchase be My ill success I 'le never own To more than one Neither favour nor force nor fear nor delight Shall make me discover if she will but Write SONG LXV BE jolly my friend For the Money we spend On Women and Wine to our selves we do lend The Ladies embraces And our Carbuncled Faces Will gain us more credit then the Muses or the Graces Then Sirrah be quicker And bring us more Liquor We 'l have nothing to do with Physician or Vicar We 'le round with our Bowls Till our passing Bell toles And trust no such Quacks with our Bodies or Souls SONG LXVI CEase Chloris cease to wonder why My cheeks so pale so dim my eye Admire no more my shortned breath No more foretel m'approaching death For now it only lies in you To make your Omen false or true From the Physician you in vain Inquire the Nature of my pain In vain you weep for when you please You only you can give me ease And none will think you truly grieve For one you care not to relieve By meaner passions you endure What by a nobler you may cure Change but your Pity into Love And so the cause in both remove This by a strange discovery You 'l cheat the World yourself and me SONG LXVII AH fading Joy How quickly art thou past Yet we thy ruine hast And what too soon would die help to destroy As if the cares of humane Life were few We seek out new And follow Fate which does too fast pursue In vain does Natures bounteous hand supply What pievish mortals to themselves deny See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express In wild Notes their happiness Not anxious how to get or spare They on their Mother Nature lay their care Why then shou'd Man the Lord of all below Such troubles chuse to know As none of all his Subjects undergo Chorus Hark hark the Waters fall And with a murmuring sound Dash dash upon the ground To gentle slumbers call SONG LXVIII A Curse on the Zealous and Ignorant crew That languish all day And with passion obey The senceless decrees that Platonicks pursue How poor and unhappy Unhappy are those pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgarly shame Diminish their flame But blest is the Man that with freedom enjoys A beauty whose eyes Like the Stars in the Skies Produce new delights till his Appetite cloys How happy unhappy How happy are these pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgar reproach Pursues his debauch Elizium's a grief and a torment compar'd To that we can prove In enjoyment of Love Where Lovers in raptures still meet a reward The tales of the Ancient Of future delights are ungrounded In loves kind fruition where Souls have access Oh there 's the true bliss SONG LXIX A Dieu my Cordelia my dearest adieu No passion more slighted was ever more true No torment severer than this could you prove To enjoyn him by absence that 's chain'd by your love Subdu'd by your charms y'inflam'd my desire Till a spark from your eyes set me all on fire O cruelty shown no offence but Love known Exil'd and out-law'd by a hard hearted Stone SONG LXX OH name not the day least my senses reprove And curse my poor heart for the knowledge of Love Ah the ignorant fate of a fearful young Lover When a sign is return'd not to have Wit to discover To delay a kind Nymph from her hour of design Is to dig for a Treasure and sink in the Mine A Musical Instruction for a Young Lady SONG LXXI TO play upon the Vial if A Virgin will begin The first of all she must know her Cliff And all the stops therein Her Prick she must hold long enough Her Back-falls gently take Her touch must gentle be not rough At each stroke she must shake She must unto her
Love that poyson grown Which inflicts those fatal Darts Which the god of Love alone Did form for false rebellious hearts And must none then approach thy Love But those who Martyrdom will prove Hadst thou thy liberty preserv'd And still a nobler Soveraign been At what a rate hadst thou been serv'd When all thy Slaves had Rivals been Nay gods themselves had quit their sway Proud of the glory to obey But stay my passion grows too bold Seeking your honour thus to stain It shews that Loyalty grows cold When Subjects for reward complain Henceforth my passions shall declare No perfect Love without despair SONG CIII Man WHy Phillis to me so untrue and unkind Remember the Vow which you made Though Love cannot see let not honour be blind Whereon is the other betray'd Woman Though Sir to your Bed true Allegiance I vow'd I am not oblig'd by that Oath No longer then you keep both constant and true The same Vow obligeth us both Man Fair Nymph did you feel but those passions I bear My Love you would never suspect A heart made of steel must needs love the fair And what we love cannot neglect Chorus Then since we love both Let us both be agreed And seal both our Loves with a kiss From breaking our Oath We shall both then be freed A Princess shall envy our bliss SONG CIV SInce Coelia's my Foe To a Desart I 'le go Where some River For ever Shall Eccho my Woe The Trees will appear More relenting than her The Morning Adorning Each Leaf with a Tear When I make my sad moan To the Rocks all alone From each hollow Will follow A pityful groan But with silent disdain She requites all my pain To my mourning Returning No answer again Then Coelia adieu When I cease to pursue You 'l discover No Lover Was ever so true Your sad Shepherd flies From those dear cruel eyes Who not seeing His being Decays and he dies But it 's better to run From the Fate we can't shun Then for ever To endeavour What cannot be won What ye Gods have I done That Amintas alone Is so treated And hated For loving but one SONG CV DIsputes daily arise and errours grow bolder Philosophers prattle how greedy's the Miser 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 Mathematical SONG CVI. NO no 't is in vain Though I sigh and complain Yet the secret I 'le never reveal The wrack shall not tear it From my Breast but I 'le bear it To the Grave where it ever shall dwell Oh would that the gods had created her low And plac'd thee poor Hylas above Then then I a present might freely bestow Of a heart that is all over Love Like the damn'd from the Fire We may gaze and admire Yet never can hope to be blest Oh the pangs of a Lover That dares not discover The poison that 's lodg'd in his Breast Like a Deer that is wounded I bleeding run on And fain I the torture would hide But Oh 't is in vain for where ever I run The bloody Dart sticks in my side SONG CVII HAd Daphne Honour Wealth or Fame Thou hadst some colour for thy flame Or were she young she might excite Thy lustful thoughts to appetite Were she or beautiful or good She unawares might fire thy blood But being neither rich young chast nor fair To love is Dotage Phrensie to Despair SONG CVIII NO Joys like to those of a new married Bride Who freely does make her own choice Where nothing but innocent Love doth abide Whilst with her kind Bedfellow she doth rejoyce Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embroces in each others Arms. The spritely young Bridegroom tasts of this bliss The day with their Friends they do spend At night with great freedom they hug and they kiss Both thinking that night will soon have an end Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With saithful embraces in each others Arms. The fruits of their pleasure they both do desire Which after nine Months they may find Both hope for an Off-spring just like the own Sire And pray to Lucina that she will be kind Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. He never is pleas'd when his Bride 's out of sight She likewise his presence doth crave So great is their Love and so sweet their delight One absent the other no pleasure can have Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. A happy success to so faithful a pair Can never be wanting be sure Much wealth and great honour to such as they are Will flow in a pace and for ever endure Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. Long life will attend them till hoary old Age Does call them to lye down to rest Cold Death with cold blood then will gently engage And send them to 'th Grave and their Souls to be blest Thus still they continue secure from harms Both lye in one Coffin in each others Arms. That couple is blest who thus happily meet Prosperity hedges them round Their embraces are pleasant their kisses are sweet Delights of all sorts all their Life will abound Long may they continue in such pleasant charms With faithful embraces in each others Arms. But those that do marry for Money not Love Will never have peace in their mind They unto each other a sorrow will prove And troublesome days they for ever will find May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold In discord and envy they ever will live Each day will beget a new strife Whilst angry words they to each other give The Wife blames the Man and the Man blames his Wife May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold She cryes he don 't love her he swears she 's a scold She finds his affections are dull Which causes her love in like manner grow cold She vows to be pievish as he to the full May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold And since from her Husband she finds no delight It makes her abroad for to range She resolves in her heart to keep out of his sight For Women by Nature are subject to change May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a price in a Market is sold Then jealous he grows which perplexes his Soul And out of revenge she does horn him Whatever he says she resolves to controul And replies with a frown he 's a fool and she scorns him May those never meet who do marry for Gold Where Love at a Price in a Market is sold
'le keep And at night my Theorbo shall rock you asleep So happy we 'le prove that Mortals above Shall envy our Musick shall envy our Love SONG CXLI Long Vacation HOw quiet the Town is Now the tumult is gone Now the Bullies and Punks To retirement are flown The Nights are all peace And the Mornings serene Our Windows are safe And our bodies are clean Chorus The Nights are all peace c. The Woman of Honour The Bulker and Ranger Disturb not our selves Nor inveigle the Stranger Our joys are our own Spight of empty Gallants Who Cuckold the Town To supply their own wants Chorus Our joys are our own c. Since the Town 's then our own And the sweets it affords Though indeed we are Rogues We 'le be as drunk as the Lords Opportunity short is For Term-time will come When our Wives will be rambling And we must keep home SONG CXLII LAurinda who did Love disdain For whom had languish'd many a Swain Leading her bleating Flocks to drink She spy'd upon the Rivers brink A youth whose eyes did well declare How much he lov'd but lov'd not her At first she laugh'd and gaz'd a while But soon it lessen'd to a smile Then to surprize and wonder came Her breast to heave her heart to flame Then cry'd she out ah now I prove Thou art a god almighty Love She would have spoke but shame deny'd And bid her first consult her Pride But soon she found that aid was gone For Jove alas had left her none Ah how she burns but 't is too late For in his eyes she reads her Fate SONG CXLIII LOve's soft deluding charms Must now give place to Arms Hark hark I hear the Trumpet 's fresh Alarms Mars chides me for my stay And frowning seems to say Thy honour youth will suffer by delay Adieu ye Sex Divine Whose all commanding shrine So oft has bow'd these stubborn knees of mine Kind Females now no more Must I those charms adore Nor court the pleasures of the Brittish Shore My Friend and I in Wars ' Midst Armies Wounds and Scars Will bid defiance to unlucky Stars No charming Female Darts With all their amorous Arts Shall e're disjoyn our undivided hearts Friendship that noble Name That kindles generous flame Prompts us to court no Mistress now but Fame Her we may joyntly love And happy Rivals prove In Emulation like to those above Thus hand in hand we 'le go And equal danger know Love begs in vain when Honour answers no The Battle done at last We 'le lie so close imbrac'd And think with pleasure on the danger past Should one of us be slain Fate 's envy's spent in vain In spight of Death our friendship we 'le maintain For he that 's left behind Shall teach the World to find Though two in person we 're but one in mind SONG CXLIV HOw mighty are the charms of Woman kind And yet how soon decay'd Scarce has a beauty in full glory shin'd E're 't is in utter ruine laid While the blest minutes last before it's fall 'T is made a Deity and ador'd by all But when the glorious lustre's gone Th' unhappy slighted Nymph is left alone The sad privation to bemoan See see poor Phillis yonder once the fair Bright as the Morning Sun Blasted and faded all her beauties are Alas her killing days be done How unregarded now she treads the plain Pursu'd by no admiring Swain Not one charm left not one alluring grace Horrour and wrinkles have assum'd their place Age Age 〈◊〉 wrote upon her Face Who then would be in love and fondly prize At so-unjust a rate A pair of flattering false deluding eyes That are to morrow out of date If their first vigour lasted to the Grave 'T were richly worth the while to be a slave But since the fairest in their course must end I will no more on the gay toy depend But make my pleasure in my friend SONG CXLV DO not ask me charming Phillis Why I lead you here alone By this bank of Pinks and Lillies And of Roses newly blown 'T is not to behold the beauty Of those flowers that crown the Spring 'T is to but I know my duty And dare never name the thing 'T is at worst but her denying Why should I thus fearful be Every Minute gently flying Smiles and says make use of me What the Sun does to those Roses While the Beams play sweetly in I would but my fear opposes And I dare not name the thing Yet I die if I conceal it Ask my Eyes or ask your own And if neither can reveal it Think what Lovers think alone On this bank of Pinks and Lillies Might I speak what I wou'd do I wou'd with my lovely Phillis I wou'd I wou'd I wou'd ah wou'd you SONG CXLVI PEace Cupid take thy Bow in hand I' th gloomy shade in ambush stand To watch a cruel Nymph frequents this Bow'r Cold as the streams but sweeter then each flow'r There there she is direct thy Dart Into that stony Marble heart Draw quickly draw and shew thy Art Woe 's me thou' rt blind indeed thou hast shot me Whilst she scapes in the Grove and laughs at thee SONG CXLVII HE 's a Phlegmatick Lover In whom we discover A temper that never doth change A Breast that 's like mine with jealousie burns Now Love and now Anger possess it by turns With fears I grow mild and with hopes I grow tame That passion is weak that is always the same But the Sanguine brisk Lover Can never discover How the Soul of a Woman 's inclin'd He knows that her charms have conquer'd yet more That many there are who do figh and adore He trusts not to merit to give him success For Women love only by fancy and guess Or if to desert by great chance they prove kind The fair still are fickle and oft change their mind Oh the starts of a Lover Do plainly discover The passion he feels is extream For he that loves well and does not possess Must either be jealous or else love you less Then say not my fears or my doubts do you wrong He cannot be quiet whose passion is strong Small Fires do but glow and are always the same But the greater will rage and scatter the flame SONG CXLVIII MY Muse denies To Apologize For my Song 's acceptation I know 't will fit Your Appetite Because 't is of the fashion New Fashions began With the World and Man In Adam's time and Eves They did begin To cover sin With a fashion of their leaves After was try'd The rough Bucks hide A wear of commendation Had not with the Skin The Horns crept in And turn'd it into fashion Each Taylor is read In this Fashion his head Is capable on 't 't is fear'd When he 's not at leisure His Wife will take measure Though 't be by his Neighbours yard The Clown's array Is an innocent gray Nor stain'd by the Dyer's Art Which doth invest As pure
a breast And no less spotless heart The Farmer 's Hose His wearing Shooes For both are wond'rous plain His Honesty Not Knavery he Most purely dies in grain The School-master in His Trouzes hath been And bumbast Doublet long space He 's a Monoptote For he varies not At any time his case His Wife is pure In her task demure Her Gown is of Reformation And she verily Turns up her eye In a very zealous fashion The Shopkeepers walk And often do talk In Gowns of Purple or Blew Since Venner and Far Wore such at the Bar Some wisely have chang'd their hue The Lawyer be 't known To all Men is prone To the fashion of long Hose And fain he would Still have and hold Long Suits for he lives by those Now with the best Your Pimp's in request This your Gallant is supply'd By his Bones as well As his clothes you may smell He 's rarely Frenchify'd His Mistress plum'd Painted perfum'd Is stillify'd all over Her loose array Doth every day A looser body cover The Scholar well trust In his black Suit brusht Is like to jet in his degree Nor is it enough Men point at stuff He 'l be pointed at the knee Thus are we become As Apes of Rome Of France Spain and all Nations And not Horses alone But Men are grown Diseased of the Fashions SONG CXLIX HOw happy and free is the resolute Swain That denies to submit to the yoke of the fair Free from excesses of pleasure and pain Neither dazled with hope nor deprest with despair He 's free from disturbance and calmly enjoys All the pleasures of Love without clamour or noise Poor Shepherds in vain their affections reveal To the Nymph that is pievish proud sullen and coy Vainly do Virgins their passions conceal For they boil in their grief till themselves they destroy And thus the poor darling lies under the curse To be checkt in the Womb or o'relaid by the nurse SONG CL. AH how unkind is the Nymph I adore For my obedience she slights me the more Still as she shuns me I closer pursue So by her flight she has learnt to subdue How endless are the pains I must endure Since she by flying wounds and slams the cure Yet how unhappy soever I am Still I must follow and cherish my flame For should I struggle and break off my chain My freedom would be worse then her disdain Therefore the nobler Fate I will prefer It must be happy if it come from her Then cruel Fair if my death you 've decreed Spight of compassion I beg you proceed And look not down on my wretched Estate As neither worthy of your Love not hate For with your frowns I would rather dispence Then languish in luke-warm indifference SONG CLI MY Gaffer and Gammer were fast in their Nest And all the young fry of their cribs were possest Spot whitefoot and Puss in the Ashes were spread And a blinking rush Candle stuck over their head Sweet Ursly was washing the Trenchers and Platter Preparing to make her good friend the Hog fatter Greaz'd up to the Elbows and smutcht to the Eyes And her rich broider'd cloaths were as fat as her Thighs Like Bagpipes her cheeks and her Udders chin high Her Nose hawking out bending both ways awry Her Lips were as thick as her squint eyes were blinking And her orient locks were most rankishly stinking While Roger the Plow-man lay close by a snoring God Cupid was vext at his Clownish adoring And therefore conveys to his great Loggerhead In a whisper the News that all were a Bed Up Roger starts then and rubbing his Eyes To his dearest sweet Ursly with passion he flies And jolling his Elbows on Urslys broad back Complains that his heart was e'n ready to crack But Ursly displeas'd with the weight of her Love Oh Cupid why dost thou thus treacherous prove As fast as she cou'd she turn'd her about And with dish-clout slopt o're the wretch'd face of our Lout Now Cupid thou' rt fit to be kickt out of doors Since a Pimp thou dost prove to such fulsom amours But Cupid is only a hope to obtain What is out of our reach seldom causes our pain For Roger at Matket had frequently seen Such beauties good lawi each lookt like a Queen Yet his heart all the while did continue his own But Ursly ah Ursly but seen and 't is gone SONG CLII. POor Celia once was very fair A quick bewitching eye she had Most neatly look'd her braided hair Her dainty cheeks would make you mad Upon her Lips do all the Graces play And on her brest ten thousand Cupid's lay Then many a doting Lover came From seventeen to twenty one Each told her of his mighty flame But she forsooth affected none One was not handsome the other was not fine This of Tobacco smelt and that of Wine But t'other day it was my fate To pass along that way alone I saw no Coach before her door But at her door I heard her moan And dropt a tear and sighing seem'd to say Young Ladies marry marry whilst you may SONG CLIII AS sad Philothea lay melting in grief And kindly complain'd of the amorous Thief She aloud to the Woods did her passion impart But faintly lamented the loss of her heart Ah cruel unkind Dorilaus she cry'd Bring back the fond stray that has wander'd aside The Youth as from courting Astraea he came Had the pleasure of hearing her sigh out his name And softly he stole till so nigh her he drew That his Arms on a sudden about her he threw Then take back thy heart Philothea he cry'd 'T is pitty the stragler should ever be ty'd Surpriz'd at the welcome approach of her Swain Yet unwilling to take the fond Truant again No Shepherd says she give me thine in exchange And I 'le keep it so safe that it never shall range No trust me not I Dorilaus reply'd Since your own you have suffer'd to wander aside SONG CLIV. 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 SONG CXXV I Courted a Lass my folly Was the cause of my disdaining I courted her thus what shall I Sweet Dolly do for thy dear Loves obtaining But another had dally'd with Dolly That Doll for all her seigning Had got such a Mountain above her Valley That Dolly went home complaining SONG CLVI CLoris forbear a while Do not o'rejoy me Urge not another smile Lest it destroy me That beauty pleaseth most As is best taking Which is soon won soon lost Kind yet forsaking I love a coming Lady faith I do But now and then I 'de have her scornful too O'recloud these Eyes of thine Bo-peep thy features Warm with an April shine Scorch not thy Creatures Still to display thy Ware Still