the good Husband he doth hiâ— To bring the water nigh to improve't Heâ—e's the use of the Juice open me then the sluce And deny my wit in grain That Skull 's ne'er empty that takes it in plenty It 's the only spring of the brain 3. Madam now you may see what obedience is in me I have done what may be to obey I have set my Muse on foot with the sprightly grape to boot Your Commands made me do 't they must sway If my pate soon or late shall bring forth some conceit To you my wit I owe. If I do fall flat it s because mark you that I am a Cup to low If I spake sense enough or did speak but stuff All is alike to me I 'll never pause upon 't you were the cause on 't And that 's my Apologie Silvia Made by a Person of Honour But the Answer and Reply lately added SIlvia tell me how long it will be Before you will grant my desire Is there no end of your crueltie But must I consume in this fire You 'll not tell me you love me nor yet that you hate But take pleasure in seeing me languish Ah Silvia pity my desperate state For you are the cause of my anguish Her ANSWER DAmon I tell thee I never shall be In a humour to grant thy desire Nor can I be tax'd with crueltie Having one that I more do admire For 't is him that I love and thee that I hate Yet I find you fain would be doing No Damon you never shall be my Mate Then prethee Friend leave off thy wooing His REPLY SILVIA know I never shall more Be a Suitor to pride and disdaining Nor can my respects be as heretofore Being now in the time of their waining For I prize not thy love nor I fear not thy hate Then prethee take it for a warning Whenever you meet with another mate Faith Silvia leave off your scorning A Song at the Kings House 1. WHere-ever I am and whatever I do My Phillis is still in my mind When angry I mean not to Phillis to go My feet of themselves the way find Unknown to my self I am just at her door And when I would rail I can bring out no more Than Phillis too fair and unkind Than Phillis too fair and unkind 2. When Phillis I see my heart burns in my brest And the love I would stifle is shown But asleep or wake I am never at rest When from mine eyes Phillis is gone Sometimes a sweet dream does delude my sad mind But alas when I wake and no Phillis I find Then I sigh to my self all alone Then I sigh to my self all alone 3. Should a King be my Rival in her I adore He should offer his treasure in vain O let me alone to be happy and poor And give me my Phillis again Let Phillis be miâ—e and ever be kind I' could to a Desart with her be confin'd And envy no Monarch his Reign And envy no Monarch his Reign 4. Alas I discover too much of my love And she too well knows her own power She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove And makes me grow jealous each hour But let her each minute torment my poor mind I had rather love Phillis both false and unkind Then ever be freed from her power Then ever be freed from her power The Coy Lady slighted at last 1. POor Celia once was very fair A quick bewitching eye she had Most neatly look'd her braided hair Her lovely cheeks would make you madâ— Upon her Lips did all the Graces play And on her Breasts ten thousand Cupids lay 2. Then many a doting Lover came From seventeen unto twenty one Each told her of his mighty flame But she forsooth affected none This was not handsome t'other was not fine This of Tobacco sâ—elt and that of Wine 3. But t'other day it was my fate To pass along that way alone I saw no Coach before her Gate But at her door I heard her moan And dropt a tear and sighing seem'd to say Young Ladies marry marry while you may A Song at the Kings House 1. WOrld thou art so wicked grown That thy deceits I must disown Since Knaves from honest men cannot be known So general is Distraction 2. Men that are grave and should be wise In their opinions are so precise That always they turn up the whites of their eyes When plotting some other faction Conventicles are grown so rife Whose followers are so many There 's so much gathered for their relief Poor Cavaliers cannot get any Wit without money is such a curse No Mortal would be in its Clutches And he that hath one without t'other is worse Than a Cripple without his Crutches A Song by a Person of Quality HOld hold and no further advance For I 'm cast iâ— a Trance If an inch more you give I 'm not able to live Then draw back your Lance. So now 't is pretty well my Love Yet if you will You may somewhat further shove But do not kill I die I die my breath 's almost gone Pray let me sleep and I 'll wake anon A Rhodomantade on his cruel Mistress SEek not to know a woman for she 's worse Than all Ingredients cram'd into a Curse Were she but ugly prevish proud a Whore Perjur'd or painted so she were no more I could forgive her and connive at this Alledging still she but a VVoman is But she is worse and may in time forestal The Devil and be the damning of us all A SONG A Dialogue between two Friends Tune How severe is forgetful old age R. HOw unhappy a Lover am I VVhâ—lst I sigh for my Phyllis in vain All my hopes of delight are another mans right VVho is happy whilst I am in pain W. 2. Since her honour affords no relief As to pity the pains which you bear It 's the best of your Fate in a helpless estate To give over betimes to despair R. 3. I have tried the false Medicine in vain Yet I wisht what I hope not to win From without my desires has no food to its fires But it burns and consumes me within W. 4. Yet at best it 's a comfort to know That you are not unhappy alone For the Nymph you adore is as wretched or more And accounts all your sufferings her own R. 5. O you Powers let me suffer for both At the feet of my Phyllis I 'll lie I 'll resign up my breath and take pleasure in death To be pitied by her when I die W. 6. What her honour deny'd you in life In her death she will give to her love Such a flame as is true after fate will renew For the souls do meet freely above A SONG call'd The Injur'd Lady 1. O You powerful Gods if I must be An injur'd Offering to Loves Deity Grant my Revenge this Plague on men That Women ne'r may love agen Then I 'll with joy submit unto my Fate Which
by your Iustice gives your Empire date 2. Depose that great insulting Tyrant Boy Who most is pleas'd when he does most destroy O let the world no longer govern'd be By such a blind and childish Deity For if you Gods are in your Power severe We shall adore you not for Love but Fear 3. But if you 'l his Divinity maintain 'T is men false men confirm his tott'ring reâ—gn And when their hearts Loves greatest torment prove Let that no pity but our laughter move Thus scorn'd and lost to all their wisht for aim Let rage despair and death consume their flame The Wooing Rogue The Tune â—s My Freedom is all my Ioy. 1. COme live with me and be my Whore And we will beâ— from door to door Then under a hedge we 'l sit and louse us Until the Beadle comes to rouse us And if theâ—'l give us no relief Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief Thou shalt turn Whore and I 'l turn Thief 2. If thou canst rob then I can steal And we 'l eat Roast-meat every meal Nay we 'l eat White-bread every day And throw our mouldy Crusts away And twice a day we will be drunk And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk And then at night I 'l kiss my Punk 3. And when we both shall have the Pox We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks To shift each others mangy hide That is with Itch so pockifi'd VVe 'l take some clean ones from a hedge And leave our old ones for a pledge And leave our old ones for a pledge A Song at the Kings House 1. HOw severe is forgetful old age To confine a poor Lover so That I almost despair to see even the air Much more my dear Damon hey ho. 2. Though I whisper my sighs out alone Yet I am trac'd where-ever I go That some treacherous Tree keeps this old man from me And there he counts every hey ho. 3. How shall I this Argus blind And so put an end to my wo But whilst I beguile all his frowns with a smile I betray my self with a hey ho. 4. My restraint then alas must endure So that since my sad doom I know I will pine for my Love like the Turtle-Dove And breath out my life in hey ho. A Song at the King's House 1. NEver perswade me to 't I vow I live not How canst thou Expect a life in me Since my Soul is sled to thee You suppose because I walk And you think talk I therefore breath alas you know Shades as well as men do so 2. You may argue I have heat My pulses beat My sighs have in them living fire Grant your Argument be truth Such heats my youth Inâ—lame as poysons do only prepare To make death their follower A Song FArewel farewel fond love under whose childish whip I have serv'd out a weary Prenticeship Farewel thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property To dote on those that lov'd not And to sly those that woo'd me Go bane of my content and practise on some other Patient 2. My woful Monument shall be a Cell The murmur of the purling Brook my knell And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall groan Eternally if any ask this Stone What wretched thing doth in this compass lie The hollow Echo shall reply 'T is I 'T is I. The hollow Echo shall reply 'T is I. Farewel farewel A Song at the King's House 1. HAve I not told thee dearest mine That I destroy'd should be Unhappy though the crime was thine And mine the misery Thou art not kind ther 's none so blind As those that will not see 2. Have I not sigh'd away my breath In homage to thy beauty What have I got but certain death A poor reward for duty Well when I 'm gone you 'l ne'r have one That will prove half so true t' ye 3. Have I not steep'd my soul in tears When thou didst hardly mind it But rather added to my fears When love should have declin'd it VVhich in this breast I hope for rest But now despair to sind it 4. O that I could but sound thy heart And fathom but thy mind Then would I search thy better part And force thee to be kind But now I 'm lost and here am crost 'T is they that hide must find 4. If pity then within thy heart Doth own a residence Vouchsafe to read my tragick part And plead my innocence Then when I 'm dead it may be said 'T was love was my offence 5. But since thy will is to destroy I dare not mercy crave But kindly thank my fate and joy I liv'd to die thy Slave Then exercise those killing eyes And frown me to my grave A Song LOve fare thee well Since no love can dwell In thee that in hatred dost all excel 2. All Love is blind Yet none more unkind Than those that repay Love with a proud mind 3. Love that 's Divine Is not Love like to mine Since she doth laugh when I do repine Then gentâ—e Love for Loves own sake Sigh loving Soul and break heart break A Song 1. MAny declare what torments there are Yet none ever felt so much of despair No love can tell how high my griefs swell O curs'd be the pride that reduc'd me to Hell 2. My heart is on fire whilst I do admire That you with disdain requite my desire All must cease that my flames may increase And curs'd be the pride that murther'd my peace A Song at the Kings House BRight Celia know 't was not thine eyes Alone that first did me surprize The Gods use seldom to dispense To your Sex Beauty and Conscience If then they have made me untrue The fault lies not in me but you Sure 't is no crime to break a Vow When we are first I know not how 2. You press me an unusual way To make my Song my Love betray Yet fear you 'l turn it to a jest And use me as y 'ave done the rest Of those sad Captives which complain Yet are enamour'd of their slame And though they die for love of you Dare neither love nor you pursue 3. If love be sin why live you then To make so many guilty men Since 't is not in the power of Art To make a Brest-plate for the heart Since 't is your eyes Loves Shafts convey Into our souls a secret way Where if once sixt no Herb nor Charm Can cure us of our inward harm A Song 1. ALl the flatteries of Fate And the glories of State Are nothing so sweet as what Love doth create If Love you deny 'T is time I should die Kind Death 's a reprieve when you threaten to hate 2. In some shady Grove Will I wander and rove With Philomel and the Disconsolate Dove With a down-hanging wing Will I mournfully sing The Tragick events of Unfortunate Love 3. With our plaints we 'l conspire For to heighten Loves fire Still vanquishing life till at last we
expire But when we are dead In a cold leafy bed Be interr'd with the Dâ—rge of this desolate Qâ—ire A Song at the Kings House 1. LOve that is skrew'd a pitch too high May speak but with a squeeze will die The solid Lover knows not how To play the Changeling with his Vow Small sorrows may find vent and break Great ones will rather burst than speak Such is my fortune when my Flora frowns Not only me but she the world will drown 2. Thus am I drench'd in misery Yet hope she may be kind to me I but 't is long first could she but restrain Those kindnesses which I 'd be glad to gain She 'l surely do'â— if so it shall be known I lov'd her for her own sake not my own Thus will I live and die and so will be Exemplary to all Posterity A Song 1. WHat care I though the world reprove My bold my over-daring love Ignoble minds themselves exempt From int'rest in a brave attempt 2. The Eagle soaring to behold The Sun aray'd in flames of gold Regards not though she burns her wings Since that rich sight such pleasure brings 3. So feel I now my smiling thought To such a resolution brought That it contemns all grief and smart Since I so high have plac'd my heart 4. And if I die some worthy Spirits To future times shall sing my merits That easily did my life despise Yet ne'r forsook my enterprise 5. Then shine bright Sâ—n and let me see The glory of thy Majesty I wish to die so I may have Thy look my death thine eye my grave A Song 1. BUrn and consume burn wretched heart Unhappy in extremes thou art If dying looks serve not thy turn To say thy Beauty makes me burn 2. From thoughts inslam'd pale colours fume Into my face and it consume O my poor heart what charms thee so That thy afflicted face lets know 3. Yet will not tell who murthers thee But yet will still a Lover be Who hides my Phenix eyes that she Whom I adore thus cannot see 4. How I for her am made a prey To sorrow and do pine away O foolish câ—stom and vile use My silence now deserves no truce A Song at the Dukes House O Fain would I before I die Bequeath to thee a Legacy That thou maist say when I am gone None had my heart but thee alone Had I as many hearts as hairs As many lives as Lovers fears As many lives as years have hours They all and only should be yours Dearest before you condescend To entertain a bosom Friend Be sure you know yoâ—r servant well Before your liberty you sell For love 's a fire in young and old 'T is sometimes hot and sometimes cold And men you know that when they please They can be sick of Loves disease Then wisely chuse a Friend that may Last for an age and not a day Who loves thee not for lip or eye But for thy mutual sympathy Let such a Friend thy heart engage For he will comfort thee in age And kiss thy furrow'd wrinkled brow VVith as much joy as I do now A Song called And to each pretty Lass we will give a green Gown 1. THus all our life long we are frolick and gay And instead of Court-revels we merrily play At Trap at Rules and at Barly-break run At Goff and at Foot-ball and when we have done These innocent sports we 'l laugh and lie down And to each pretty Lâ—ss We will give a green Gown 2. We teach our little Dogs to fetch and to carry The Partridge the Hare the Pheasant's our Quarry The nimble Sqirrils with cudgels we 'l chase And the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass And when we have done c. 3. About the May-pole we dance all in a round And with Garlands of Pinks and Roses are crown'd Our little kind tribute we chearfully pay To the gay Lord and the bright Lady o' th' May. And when we have done c. A Song 1. ON the bank of a Brook as I saâ—e fishing Hid in the Oziers that grew on the side Iover-heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing No time nor fortune their Love might divide To Cupid and Venus each offer'd a Vow To love ever as they lov'd now 2. O said the Shepherd and sigh'd What a pleasure Is Love conceal'd betwixt Lovers alone Love must be secret for like fairy treasure When 't is discover'd 't will quickly be gone For Envy and Iealousie if it will stay Would alas soon make it decay 3. Then let us leave this world and care behind us Said the Nymph smiling and gave him her hand All alone all alone where none shall find us In some fair Desart we 'l seek a new Land And there live from Envy and Iealousie free And a World to each other we 'll be A Song 1. CEllamina of my heart None shall e'â—e bereave you If by your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day I will never leave you 2. Passion 's but an empty name Where respect is wanting Damon you mistake your aim Hang your heart and dam your slame If you must be ranting 3. Love as pale and muddy is As decaying Liquor Anger sets it on the Lees And resines it by degrees Till it wâ—rks it quicker 4. Love by anger to beget Wisely you endeavour With a grave Physician wit Who to cure an ague fit Puts me in a Feavour 5. Anger rowseth Love to fight And its only bait is 'T is the guide to dull delight And is but an eager bite When desire at height is 6. If such drops of heat do fall In our wooing weather If such drops of heat do fall We shall have the Devil and all When we come together A Song at the Kings house BEneath a Mirtle shade Which none but Love for happy Lovers made I slept and streight my Love before me brought Phillis the object of my waking thought Undrest she came my flames to meet Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet Flowers that so prest by her became more sweet 2. From the bright Virgins head A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread From her white Temple fell her shady hair Like cloudy Sun-shine not too brown nor fair Her hands her lips did love inspire Her every Grace my heart did fire But most her eyes that languish with desire 3. Ah charming Fair said I How long can you my bliss deny By nature and by Love this lovely shade Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made Silence and shades with Love agree Both shelter you and favour me You cannot blush becâ—use I cannot see 4. No let me die she said Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid Faintly methought she spoke for all the while She bid me not believe her with a smile Then die said I She still denied And yet Thus thus she cry'd You use a harmless Maid and so she died 5. I wak'd and straight I knew I lov'd so well it
made my dream prove true Fancy the kinder Mistris of the two I fancy I had done what Phillis would not do Ah cruel Nymph cease your disdain Whilst I can dream you scorn in vain Asleep or waking I must ease my pain The disconsolate Lover 1. AS I lay all alone on my â—ed slumbring Thinking my restless soul to repose All my thoughts they began then to be numbring Up her disdainings the cause of my woes That so encreast my dolour and pain I fear I never shall see her again Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die 2. When this fair cruel She I first saw praying Within the Temple unto her Saint Then mine eyes every look my heart betraying Which is the cause of my doleful complaint That all my joys are quite sled and gone And I in sorrow am now lefâ— alone Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die 3. Then farewâ—l ev'ry thing that sounds like pleasure And welcome Death the cure of my smaâ—t I deem'd first sight of her I grasp'd a treasure But wo is me it has broken my heart For now my Passing-bell calls away And I with her no longer must stay Which makes me sigh and sobbing cry O my Love O my Love for thee I die The subtil and coy Girl The Tune Silvia tell me how long it will be 1. WHy should my Celia now be coy In denying to yield me those Graces Which we did formerly both enjoy In our amorous mutual embraces She 'l not give me a reason But shews me a frown Is enough to destroy a poor Lover Ah Celia once I did think thee mine own But now I my folly discover 2. Is it because I have been so kind At all times to feed thy desire In Presents and Treats thou hast chang'd thy mind And left me like Dun in the Mire Or else is't because thou dost Think my Estate Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav'ry Know Celia 't is not so much out of date To force me endure so much slav'ry 3. Or is 't because thou wilt follow the mode Since most are addicted to changing thou 'dst only get thee a name abroad I being more famous for ranging Nay Celia more this truth thou woo'â—â—ind I therefore advise thee be wary When ever thou geâ—st thee a Mate to thy mind He 'l play thee the same fagary The Drawing of Valentines The tune Madams Iig 1. THere was and there was And I maâ—â—y was there A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together And every Lad had his particular Lass there And drawing of Valentines caused their Coming thither Then Mr. Iohn drew Mrs. Ione fâ—â—st Sir And Mrs. Ione would fain a drawn Iohn an' she Durst Sir So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next Sir And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William Was vex't Sir 2. They then did jumble all in the haâ— together And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly 3. They all together then resolved to draw Sir And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir And told 'em then they ne're should make an end Sir So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily 4. Thus have you heard o' th' twelve that lately drew Sir How every one would fain their Friend have drawn And now there 's left to draw but four o'â—h crew Sir And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir 5. And there is an â—nd and an and and an end of my Song Sir Of Ionne and Iony and William and Gillian too Sir To Kester and Hester and Harry and Mary belong Sir Both Richard and Bridget and Hugh and honest Sue Sir But Watty and Katy and Thomas and Annis here Sir Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear Sir Then ev'ry one i'â—h ' Tavern cry amain Sir And staid till drawing there had fill'd their brain Sir A late and true story of a furious Scold served in her kind The tune Step stately 1. WAs ever man so vex'd with a Trull As I poor Anthony since I was wed For I never can get my belly full But beâ—oâ—e I have supp'd I must hasten to bed Or else she 'l begin to scold and to brawl And to call me Puppy and Cuckold and all Yet she with her Cromes must trole it about Whilest I in my Kennel must snore it out 2. I once did gâ— to drink with a Friend But she in a trice did fetch me away We both but two pence a piece did speâ—d Yet it prov'd to me Execution day For she flew in my face and call'd me fool And comb'd my head with a three-legg'd stool Nay she furnisht my face with so many scratches That for a whole month 't was cover'd with patches 3. Whatever money I get in the day To keep her in quiet I give her at night Or else shall license her tongue to play For two or three hours just like a spright Then to the Cupbord Pilgaâ—lick must hie To seek for some Crusts that have long lain dry So I steep 'um in â—kim-milk until they are wet And commonly this is the Supper I get 4. And once a month for fashion sake She gives me leave to come to her bed But most that time I must lie awake Left she in her fits should knock me o'th'heaâ— But for the Bed I do lie on my self You 'd think ' â—were as soft as an Oaken shelf For the Tick it is made of Hempen-hurds And yet for all this I must give her good words 5. We commonly both do piss in a Pan But the Cullender once was set in the place She then did take it up in her hand And floune't it out on my stomach and face I told her then she urin'd beside But she cay'd me Rogue and told me I lied And swore it was not up to her thumb Then threw she the pan in the middle of the room 6. Then a Maid that was my Sweet heart before Did come to the house to borrow a Pail I kist her but once and I thought on'â— no more But she flew in her face with tooth and nail But the Wench she stood to her and claw'd her about That for a whole fortnight she never stirr'd out For her eyes were so swell'd and her
Play acted after the Fire SO shipwrackt Passengers escape to land So look they when on bare Beach they stand Dropping and cold and their first feare scarce o're Expecting famine from a desert shore From that hard Climate we must wait for bread Whence even the Natives forc't by hunger fled Our stage does humane chance present to view But ne're before was seen so sadly true You are chang'd to and your pretence to see Is but a nobler name of charitie Your own provisions furnish out our feasts Whilst you the founders make your selves our guests Of all mankind besides Fate had some care But for poore Witt no portion did prepare 'T is left a rent-charge to the brave and faire You cherisht it now its fall you mourne Which blind unmannerd Zealots make their scorne Who think the fire a Judgment on the stage Which spar'd not Temples in its surious rage But as our new-built City rises higher So from old Theaters may new aspire Since Fate contrives magnificence by fire Our great Metropolis doth farr surpasse What ere is now equald all that was Our Witt as far doth forrein wit excell And like a king should in a Pallace dwell But we with golden hopes are vainely fed Talk high and entertaine you in a shed Your presence here for which we humbly sue Will grace old Theaters and build up new A Song OF all the briske daâ—â—s my Selina for me For I love not a woman unlesse she be free The affection that I to my Mistris do pay Grows weary unless she does meet me half way There can be no pleasure 'till humours do hit Then Jumping's as good in affection as wit No sooner I came but she lik't me as soone No sooner I askt but she granted my boon And without a preamble a portion or Jointer She promis'd to meet me where e're I 'de appoint her So we struck up a match and embrac'd each other Without the consent of Father or Mother Then away with a Lady that 's modest and coy Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy Lâ—t her tickle her fancy with secret delight And refuse all the day what she longs for at night I believe my Selina who shews they 'r all mad To feed on dry bones when flesh may be had A SONG Give o're foolish heart and make hast to despare For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayer Which plead for thy passion thy paines to prolong She courts her gittar and replyes with a Song No more shall true lovers such beauties adore Were the gods so severe men would worship no more No more will I waite like a slave at your doore I will spend the cold night at the windows no more My lungs in long sighs I 'le no more exhale Since your pride is to make me grow sullen pale No more shall Amintas your pitty implore Were gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall your frowns free humour perswade To worship the Idol my fancy hath made When your Saint's so neglected your follies give 'ore Your deity's lost and your beauty 's no more No more shâ—ll true lovers such beauties adore Were the gods so severe men would worship no moâ—â— How weak are the vowes of a lover in paine When flarter'd with hope or opprest with disdain No sooner my Daphne's bright eyes I review But all is forgot and I vow all anew No more fairest Nymph I will murmur no more Did the Gods seem so faire men would ever adore A Song 1. COrinna ' false it cannot be Let me not hear 't againe 't is blasphemie Shee 's divine Not the Shrine Where the Vestall flames doe shine Holds out a light so constant pure as she First shall the nights Out-burne those Taper lights Which Emulate the one ey'd day Phaebus rayes Shall outgaze Titan in his chiefest praise Snow shall burne Floods returne To their Springs their funerall urne E're my Corinna's constancy decay 2. Not innocence it selfe is free From imputation and ' tweâ—e base in me Where I find Love combin'd In a heart of one so kind To injure vertue with Jealousie Still do I strive To keep my joyes alive And vindicate Corinna's fame Whilst my brest Doth suggest Thoughts which violate my rest And my feares Flow in Teares Whilst they wound me through the eare 's Which cast aspersion on Corinna's name 3. 'T is sayd Corinna may it be As false as my affection 's true to thee That thou art How my heart Greeves such terrors to impart Not what thou wast before to me This this destroyes My late triumphant Joyes Which sweld when in your armes I was intwin'd Loves best wreath You did breath You vowd to be my love till death Sealing this With that blisse Whilst with armes and every word a kiss Our pure soules were as our hearts combin'd Last night I walkt into a grove â—Mong shady bowers to bewaile my love There to find Fate so kind As to ease my pensive mind Or thoughts of my Corinna to remove But there the Nightingale Had husht her pretty tale Leaving her ditty 's to the Owle Which made me sad And did adde Fewel to the flame I had That poore I Now must die Unless Corinna's constancy Takes off this clogg which overwhelmes my soule The Petticoate wagge with the Answer SOme say the world is full of holes And I think Many a chinke Is unstopt that were better clos'd Is now unstopt that were better clos'd To stop them all is more than to build Pauls Wherefore he That would see How men are in private dispos'd How most men are in private dispos'd Then let him looke the world throughout From the oyster-wench to the black bagg And peepe here And peepe there You 'l still find the petticoate wagge The Answer SOme say the world is full of pelse But I think There 's no Chinke Because I have so little my selfe Because I have now so little my selfe Where pockets are full there men will borrow But one must Neveâ— trust 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow 〈◊〉 to be pay'd to day or to morrow â— let him look the world throughout From the Usurer to his best friend And ask here And ask there But the Devil a penny they 'l lend An Invocation to Cupid A SONG YOu powers that guard loves pleasant Thronâ— And guide our passions by your owne 〈◊〉 downe send down that golden dart 〈◊〉 makes two Lovers weare one heart Sollicite Venus that her doves â—hich through their bills translate their loves May teach my tender love and I To kisse into a Sympathy Pray Cupid if it be no sinne 'Gainst nature for to make a twinne Of our two soules that the others eyes May see death cozen'd when one dyes If oh you Powers you can implore Thus much from Love know from your store Two Amorous Turtles shall be freed VVhich yearly on your Altar bleed A beautifull and great Lady died in March and
dissembling To her quick Did I stepp Felt her thick Pulses leap Brake her blew Belt in twaine Into her cheeks againe Kist that Vermilion stain Nature did ne're ordaine O to dye a Maid 5. But like to him that wrought A face that him Inchanted And life for it besought Which Cytherea granted Fared I fool that should Let her dye When she would For with that soul she brought Back from the shades she sought Am I now deeply caught In love that ever thought O to die a Maid One and his Mistris a dying 1. SHall we die Both thou and I And leave the world behind us Come I say And lets away For no body here doth mind us 2. Why do we gape We cannot scape The doom that is assign'd us When we are in grave Although we rave There no body needs to bind us 3. The Clark shall sing The Sexton ring And old wives they shall wind us The Priest shall lay Our bones in clay And no body there shall find us 4. Farewel wits And folly's fits And griefs that often pin'd us When we are dead VVe 'l take no heed What no body says behind us 5. Merry nights And false delights Dieu ye did but blind us VVe must to mold Both young and old Til no body's left behind us A Dialogue between a man in Garrison and his wife with her company storming without The Tune The Devils Dream Man HArk hark the Doggs do bark My Wife is coming in With Rogues and Jades And roaring blades They make a devillish din. Woman 2. Knock knock 't is twelve a clock The Watch will come anon And then shall wee All be free Of the Gate house every one Man 3. Hold hold who is that so bold That dares to force my doores Here is no roome For such a scum Of arrant Rogues and Whores Woman 4. See See this Cuckold he Denyes to let us in Let 's force the house Drink and carouse And make him sit and spin Man 5. So so I 'me glad I know Your mind I will provide A Bride-well Bunne For every one And lodging there beside Woman 6. Run Run le ts all be gon The Watch is coming by They bid 'em stand Away they ran As fast as they could hey Man 7. Watch watch I prethee catch Some of that flying crew Here 's money for ye They for it tarry Mean while away they flew A Late Poem by a Person of quality VVHat dire Aspects wore the inraged skie At the curst moment of my birth O why Did envious Fate prolong my loathsome age Since all mankind yea all the Gods ingage To bend their never-ceasing spight on me alone Am I the center of their envy grown Am I the man On whom they all their venom'd weapons try Made for their sport and mankinds mockery Or was 't ye Gods that you did me create Only to make me thus unfortunate Or do I owe a being to some other powers VVho'l make me able to deride all yours If so From these unknown Patrons I 'le obtaine A power to stay your deem'd eternall reigne I 'le ravish Nature from which rape shall come A Race shall ruine your ill guarded throne Rocks hills and mountaines wee 'l sling at the Skye Whole torne up Regions in Joves face shall fly Wee 'l draiâ—e the Seas With hills of water quench the angry starrs Nor will we put an end to these just wars 'Till conquered Iove shall learne to obey And I more powerfull shall his Scepter sway The heavens to their first source shall then returne The Earth to her Autumnal being run And stubborne mankind I will new create On all I will impose new lawes of Fate On Women WOmen are call'd Eves Because they came from Adams wife Put to tâ—h and they are Theeves They rob men of a merry life Put ls to Eve and then they 're Evils Put d before evills and then they are Devils And thus our Eves are made theeves theeves are evils And angry Women are a thousand times worse than Devils The Valentine 1. AS youthfull day put on his best Attire to usher morne And she to greet her glorious guest Did her faire selfe adorne Up did I rise and hid mine eyes As I went through the street Least I should one that I despise Before a fairer meet And why Was I Think you so nice and fine Well did I wot Who wotts it not It was St Valentine 2. In fields by Phaebus great with young Of Flower 's and hopefull budds Resembling thoughts that freshly sprung In lovers lively bloods A dam'sel faire and fine I saw So faire and finely dight As put my heart almost in aw To attempt a mate so bright But O Why so Her purpose was like mine And readily She said as I Good morrow Valentine 3. A Faire of love we kept a while She for each word I said Gave me two smiles and for each smile I her two kisses pay'd The Violet made hast to appear To be her bosome guest With first Primrose that grew this year I purchast from her brest To me gave she her golden loâ—k for mine My ring of Jet For her Bracelet I gave my Valentine 4. Subscribed with a line of love My name for her I wrote In silke forme her name she wove VVhereto this was her mot As shall this year thy truth appear I still my dear am thine Your mate to day and Love for aye If you so say was mine VVhile thus on us each others favours shine No more have we to change quoth she Now farewell Valentine 5. Alas said I â—eâ— freinds not seeme Between themselves so strange The Jewels both we dear'st esteeme You know are yet to change She answers no yet smiles as though Her tongue her thought denyes VVho truth of maidens mind will know Must seek it in her Eyes She blushâ— I wisht Her heart as free as mine She sight and sware Insooth you are Too wanton Valentine 6. Yet I such further favour won By suit and pleasing play She vow'd what now was left undone Should finisht be in May. And though perplex'd with such delay As more augments desire Twixt present griefe and promis'd Joy I from my Mate reâ—ire If she To me Preserve her vowes divine And constant troth She shall be both My Love and Valentine On Thirsis and Phillis YOung Thirsis the shepheard that wont was to keep So delightfull slocks and faire Sets eyes upon Phillis and le ts go the Sheep To wander he knows not where The cropping of Lillyes Was as became Phillis That seem'd with her brow to compare He tuning of Verses Was as became Thirsis That more did her beauty declare 2. Why lik'st thou those flowers that are not like thee Thou art far more fresh and gay Or if thou lov'st Lillyes why lov'st thou not me That am Love-sick and pale as they Thy bosome faire Phillis Yeilds lovlyer Lillyes Surpassing the sweetness of those Whose beauty so pierces The poor heart of Thirsis
Roundlayes Form'd of sanâ—yes and whistled on reedes 〈◊〉 to Solace young Nimphs upon holy dayes Are too unworthy for wonderfull deeds 〈◊〉 Ingenious â—r winged Cylenius His lofty Genius May seem to declare In verse better coyn'd And voice more refin'd How States devin'd Once hunted the Haâ—e â—â—â—rs Enamâ—â—â—'d wiâ—h Pastimes Olympiâ—all 〈◊〉 and Planets that beautifull shone Would no longer that earthly men only shall Swim in pleasure and they but look on Round about horned Lucina they swarmed And her informed How minded they were Each God and Goddesse To take humane bodyes As Lords and Ladies To follow the Hare 3 Chast Diana applauded the Motion And pale Proserpinae set in her place Lights the Welkin and governs the Ocean While she conducted her Nephewes in chace And by her Example Her Father to trample The old and ample Earth leave the aire Neptune the Water The Wine Liber Pater And Mars the slaughter To follow the Hare 4. Light god Cupid was horâ—â—â— upon Pegasus Borrow'd of Muses with kisses and prayers Strong Alcides upon cloudy Caucasus Mounts a Centaure that proudly him beares Postillian of the skye Light heel'd Mercury Makes his Courser fly Fleet as the aire Yellow Apollo The Kennel doth follow And whoop and hollow After the hare Hymen ushers the Ladies Astreaa The Just took hands with Minerva the bold Ceres the brown with bright Cytherea With Thet is the wanton Bellona the old Shamefac't Aurora With subtil Pandora And May with Flora Did company beare Iuwo was stated Too high to be mated But yet she hated Not hunting the hare 6. Drown'd Narcissus from his Metamorphosis Rais'd by Eccho new manhood did take Snoring Somnus upstarted in Cineris That this thousand year was not awake To see club-footed Old Mulciber booted And Paen promoted On Chirons Mare Proud Faunus pouted And AEolus shouted And Momus flouted But follow'd the Hare Deep Melompus and cunning Ichnobates â—â—pe and Tigre and Harpyâ— the skyes Rent wit roaring Whilst huntsman-like Hercules â—inds the plentifull horne to their cryes Till with varieties To solace their Pieties The wary Deities Repos'd them where We shepheards were seated And there we repeated What we conceited Of their hunting the Hare Young Amintas suppos'd the Gods came to breath After some battels themselves on the ground â—â—rsis thought the stars came to dwell here beneath And that hereafter the earth would go round Coridon aged With Phillis ingaged Was much inraged With jealous despaire But fury vaded And hâ— was perswaded When I thus applauded Their hunting the Hare 9. Starr's but Shadows were state were but sorrow Had they no Motion nor that no delight Joyes are lovial delight is the marrow Of life and Action the Axle of might Pleasure depends Upon no other friends And yet freely lends To each vertue a share Only as measures The Jewell of pleasures Of pleasure the treasures Of hunting the Hare 10. Three broad Bowles to the Olympical Rector His Troy borne Eagle he brings on his knee Iove to Phoebus Carowses in Nector And he to Hermes and Hermes to me Wherewith infused I pip'd and I mused In songs unused This sport to declare And that the Rouse of Iove Round as his Sphere may move Health to all that love Hunting the Hare The Reading Beauty â— AS to these lines she lent a lovely look Whereon not minding me she mused â—er faire Aspect became my book And I her eyes as they these lines perused â—ove songs she read to learn what love should be And faster than she read she taught it me 2. For as no studyed rules like starrs above Can teach the knowledg of the skyes To dive into the depth of love There is no rule no learning like her Eyes Why stoops she then to things below her reach Why reads she love that she her self can teach 3. Alas though we no other learning need In love that may behold her face She seeing not her selfe must read To see what we so much desire to embrace O that her selfe she saw but O why so She otherwise her self â—â—o much doth know 4. Some nicer lover would to see her muse Bare envy to that happy book Whereon she seems to doate and use To grant her slander by but halse her locke But such to me let her aspect be still If one eye wounds so sore two eyes will kill The more then Faire 1. BE more kind than you are Sweet love or else lesse faire So shall I feel lesse care And you be no lesse rare To wound the heart Is beauties part But to restore The love-sick sore Is to be more than saire 2. If possible it were Not to be what you arâ— Be more kind or lesse saire Use lips and eyes forbeare Your smiles are Lures My eyes adore But lipps implore The kind are more than faire The Beauteous are not faire â—hose coyness breeds despaire 〈◊〉 those that freindly are 〈◊〉 beauteous though not faire Since to be kind A beauteous mind Doth best explore Be kind therefore And be far more than faire No longer let my care â—nsume my love in aire 〈◊〉 kindnesse to me bare â—â—at I may say and swear Os such as are But only faire I knew before The world had store But you are more than faire Bright eyes and smiles to beare 〈◊〉 but a common weare 〈◊〉 you without compare Will be as kind as faire And make me then More blessed than men As far as ore Your sexes store Your selfe are more than faire Of Jonny and Jinny 1. THe pretty sweet Iinny sate on a Hill Where Ionny the swain her see He tun'd his quill and sung to her still Whoop Jinny come down to me 2. Though Ionny the valley and Iinny the Hill Kept far above his degree He bore her good will and sung to her still Whoop Jinny come down to me 3. But high was she seated and so was she minded His heart was humble as he Her pride had her blinded his love had him bended Whoop Jinny c. 4. The mountain is bare and subject to aire Here meddowes here shaddowes be There burneth the Sun here Rivers do run Whoop Jinny c. 5. All flowers do grace the vallyes greenface The mountain hath none but thee Why wilt thou grow there and all the rest here Whoop Jinny c. 6. Narcissus his rose Adonis here growes That may thy examples be Since they be came slaine for pride and disdaine Whoop Jinny c. 7. There Jinny keeps sheep here Ionny will keep Thy selfe and thy slock for thee If Ionny be worthy to keep thy slock for thee Whoop Jinny c. 8. But pretty sweet Iinny was lov'd of so many That little delight had she To think upon Ionny that thought her so bonny Whoop Jinny c. 9. Though Iinny thought ill of Ionny's good will Yet Ionny to Iinny was free He followes quill and he hollowes her still Whoop Jinny come down to me A Song 1. O Love whose force and might No power
so long Shee s double in heart and betrays with her Tongue They still are as false as they were heretofore Their nature is such they can ne'r give it o're 2. They would by their craft's of which they have store Inveigle mens hearts their looks to adore And if they once find they cannot prevail Overcharg'd with despight their faces grow pale There 's nothing that can their fancy please more Than to see foolish men their feature adore 3. They would by their frowns to observance perswade The men they do fancy their slaves they have made And to be sure they will Tyranize more If a man do but once their pitty implore Why then should we men frail Women adore Since their pride is so great and their pitty no more 4. But sure all that Sex can ne'r prove so vain To sport or delight in a true-lovers pain When a languishing eye in a Lover they view To their cruelty sure they must needs bid adieu Where good humour I find I there will adore Say the world what it will I will never give o're A mock to the Song of Harry gave Doll and to that Tune 1. AS I walk t in the woods one Evening of late A Girl was deploring her hapless estate â—he sigh'd and she sob'd Ah! wretched she said Will no youth come sucker la anguishing Maid Shall I sigh and cry and look pale and wan And languish for ever for want of a man Shall I sigh and cry and look pale and wan And languish c. 2. Alas when I saw a young man in the place My colour did fade and then flusht in my face My breath wou d grow short and I shiver'd all o're I thought 't was an Ague but alas it was more For e're since I have sigh'd and do what I can I find I must Languish for want of a man For e're since I have sigh'd and do what I can I find I must c. 3. In bed all the night I weep on my pillow To see some Maids happy whilst I wear the Willow I revenge my self on the innocent sheet Wherein I have oft made my teeth for to meet But I fear 't is in vain let â—â—e do what I can I must languish for ever for want of â— man But in my dispair I 'le dye if I can And languish no longer for want of a man A Late Song 1. HOw charming are those pleasant pains Which the successful lover gains Oâ— how the Longing spirit flyes On scorching sighs from dying eyes Whose intermixing rayes impart Loves welcome message from the heart 2. Then how the Active pulse growes warm To every s nse gives the allarm But oh the rashness and the qualmes When Love unites the melting Palmes What extasies what hopes and feares What pretty talk and Amorous tears 3. To these a thousand vows succeed And then O me still we proceed 'Till sense and souls are bath'd in bliss Think dear Aminda think on this And curse those hours we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love A Theatre Song I Must confess not many years ago 'T was death when e're my Mistress answearâ—d no Then I was subject to her Female yoak And stood or fell by every word she spoke But now I find the Intregues of love to be Nought but the Follies of our infancy 2. I can a Rich or handsome Lady Court Either for my convenience or for sport But if the one be proud or the other Coy I cannot break my sleep for such a Toy My heart is now for all assaults prepar d And will not be commanded or insnar'd The new Song in Charles the eighth set by Mr. Pelham Humphrey's OH love if ere thou wilt ease a heart That ownes thy power Divine And bleeds with thy too cruel dart Take pitty now on mine Under thy Shades I fainting lye A thousand times I wish'd to die But when I find cold death too nigh I grieve to lose my pleasing pain And call my wishes back again And thus as I sat all alone In the shady mirtle Grove And to each gentle sigh and moan Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan Came by the man I love O how I strove my greif to hide I panted blusht and almost dyed And did each tatling Ecchoe chide For fear some breath of moving air Should to his ears my sorrow bear And Oh you powers I dye to gain But one poor panting kiss Glad yet I 'de be on racks of paine Ere I 'de one thought or wish retain That honour thinks amiss Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd By love and nature both abus'd Our tender hearts all ease refuse And when we burn with secret flame Must bear our greifs or dye with shame On his Mistris that lov'd Hunting 1. LEave Coelia leave the woods to chase 'T is not a sport nor yet a place For one that has so sweet a face 2. Nets in thy hand Nets in thy brow In every limb a snare and thou Dost lavish them thou car'st not how 3. Fond Girle these wild haunts are not best To hunt nor is a Savage beast A fit prey for so sweet a breast 4. O do but cast thine eyes behind I 'le carry thee where then shalt find A tame heart of a better kind 5. One that hath set soft snares for thee Snares where if once thou fettered be Thou â— never covet to be free 6. The Dews of April the VVinds of May That flowr's the Meads and glads the Day Are not more soft more sweet than they 7. And when thou chancest for to kill Thou needst not fear no other ill Than Turtles suffer when they Bill On a Scriv'ner HEre to a period is a Scriv'ner come This is his last sheet full point and total sum Of all aspersions I excuse him not 'T is plain he liv'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good coppies unto many He in good Letters allwayes had been bred And hath writ more then many men have read He Rulers had at his command by law Although he could not hang yet he could draw He did more Bondmen make then any A dash of 's pen alone did ruine many That not without all reason we may call His letters great or little Capitall Yet t is the Scrivner s fate as â—ure as Just When he hath all done then he falls to dust On a Sexton I many graves have made yet injoy'd none This which I ma e not I possess'd alone Each corps withoug imbalming it did serve My life like precious balsome to preserve But death then kind was now cruel found I have Robbing me of life without my living grave And yet 't was kind still to for in the grave Where once I labour had now peace I have I made good use of time and night and day Took care and heed how th' hours go away I still was ready for a grave nor shall I grieve at what I most joy'd a