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
lost my Shepherdess 2. I fear some Satyr has betray'd My pretty Lamb unto the shade Then wo is me for I 'm undone For in the shade she was my Sun 3. In Summer heat were she not seen No solitary Vale was green The blooming Hills the downy Meads Bear not a Flower but where she treads 4. Hush'd were the senseless Trees when she Sate but to keep them company The silver streams were swell'd with pride When she sate singing by their side 5. The Pink the Cowslip and the Rose Strive to salute her where she goes And then contend to kiss her Shoo The Pancy and the Daizy too 6. But now I wander on the Plains Forsake my home and Fellow-Swains And must for want of her I see Resolve to die in misery 7. For when I think to find my Love Within the bosom of a Grove Methinks the Grove bids me forbear And sighing says She is not here 8. Next do I fly unto the Woods Where Flora pranks her self with Buds Thinking to find her there But lo The Myrtles and the Shrubs say No. 9. Then what shall I unhappy do Or whom shall I complain unto No no here I 'm resolv'd to die Welcome sweet Death and Destiny The Soldiers Resolution HEre stands the man that for his Countreys good Has with couragious Arms in sweat and blood Ran through an Host of Pikes He he I was Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass Kickt my black Stars spurn'd Balls of fire with scoâ— Like to a Foot-ball in a frosty morn Made Death to tremble and have bid my Drum Beat a Defiance to the Cowardly scum And shall I now like a Pedantick stand Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand To base-born Peasants No he 's but a Worm That strikes his Top-sail to a little Storm Here then I 'l fix that nothing shall controul The Resolutions of a Gallant Soul On the Golden Cross in Cheapside TWo Fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap Says one Methinks it is the rarest heap Of Stone that e're was built it ought I see One of the Wonders of the World to be No says the other and began to swear The Crosses of the World no Wonders are On a Pretender to Gentility suspected to be a Highway-man A Great Pretender to Gentility Came to a Herald for his Pedigree Beginning there to swagger roar and swear Requir'd to know what Arms he was to beat The Herald knowing what he was begun To rumble o'r his Heraldry which done Told him he was a Gentleman of note And that he had a very glorious Coat Prethee what is 't quoth he and here 's your fees Sir says the Herald 't is two Rampant Trees One Couchant add to give it further scope A Ladder Passant and a Pendant Rope And for a grace unto your Blue-coat Sleeves There is a Bird i' th' Crest that strangles Thieves A Song 1. A Blith and bonny Country Lass Sate sighing on the tender Grass And weeping said will none come woo her A dapper Boy a lither Swain That had a mind her love to gain VVith smiling looks straight came unto her 2. When as the wanton Girl espied The means to make her self a Bride She simper'd much like bonny Nell The Swaâ—n that saw her very kind Hâ—s Arms about her body twin'd And said Fair Lass how fare ye well 3. The Country Lass said Well forsooth But that I have a longing tooth A longing tooth that makes me cry Alas says he what gaâ—s thy grief A wound says she without relief I fear that I a Maid shall die 4. If that be all the Shepherd said I 'l make thee Wive it gentle Maid And so â—ecure thy Malady On which they kist with many an Oâ—th And ' sore God Pan did plight their Troth So to the Church away they hie 5. And Iove send every pretty Peat That fears to die of this conceit So kind a Friend to help at last Then Maids shall never long again When they find ease for such a pain And thus my Roundelay is past A Song on Love 1. IF Love be Life I long to die Live they that list for me And he that gains the most thereby A fool at least shall be But he that feels the forest fits Scapes with no less than loss of wits Unhappy life they gain which Love do entertain 2. In day by feigned Looks they live By lying Dreams in night Each â—rown a deadly wound doth give Each smile a false delight If 't hap their Lady pleasant seem It is for others love they deem If void she seem of joy disdain doth make her coy 4. Such is the peace that Lovers find Such is the Life they lead Blown here and there with every wind Like Flowers in the Mead. Now war now peace then war again Desire despair delight disdain Though dead in midst of life in peace and yet at strife A Song I Serve Amynta whiter than the snow Streighter than Cedar brighter than the Glass More sine in trip than foot of running Roe More pleasant than the Field of flow'ring Grass More gladsom to my with'ring joys that fade Than Winters Sun or Summers cooling Shade 2. Sweeter than swelling Grape of ripest Vine Softer than feathers of the fairest swan Smoother than Jet more stately than the Pine Fresher than Poplar smaller than my span Clearâ—r than Phoebus fiery pointed Beam Or Icy Crust of Crystals frozen streams 3. Yet is she curster than the Bear by kind And harder-hearted than the aged Oak More glib than Oyl more sickle than the Wind More stiff than steel no sooner bent but broke Lo thus my service is a lasting sore Yet will I serve although I die therefore The Description of Love in a Dialogue between two Shepherds Will and Tom. Tom. 1. SHepherd what 's Love I prethee tell Will. It is that fountain and that Well Where Pleasure and Repeutance dwell It is perhaps that fauncing Bell That toles All-in to Heaven or Hell And this is Love as I heard tell T. 2. Yet what is Love I prethee say W. It is a work on Holy-day It is December match'd with May When lusty Bloods in fresh array Hearten months after of their play And this is Love as I hear say T. 3. Yet what is Love I pray be plain W. It is a Sun-shine mixt with Rain It is a Tooth-ach or worse pain It is a Game where none doth gain It is a thing turmoils the brain And this is Love as I hear sayen T. 4. Yet Shepherd what is Love I pray W. It is a yea it is a nay A pretty kind of sporting fray It is a thing will soon away For 't will not long with any stay And this is Love as I hear say T. 5. Yet what is Love good Shepherd show W. A thing that creeps it cannot go A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that loves shall find it so And Shepherd this is Love I
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
Up the fire of Love in her That alike both slames may shine Or else quite extinguish mine To a spruce and very finely deck'd Lady 2. STill to be neat still to be drest As if you were going to a feast Still to be powder'd still perfum'd Lady it is to be presum'd Though Arts hid causes are not found All is not sweet all is not sound 2. Give me a look give me a face That makes simplicity a grace Robes largely slowing hairs as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' Adulteries of Art They please my eye but not my heart The Good Fellows Song 1. AS we went wandring all the night The Brewers Dog our brains did biâ—e Our Heads grew heavy and our Heels grew light And we like our humour well boys And we like our humour well 2. Our Hostess then bid us pay her Scâ—re We call'd her Whore and we paid her no more And we kick'd our Hostess out of the door And we like our humour well boys And we like our humour well 3. And as we went wandring in the Street We trod the Kennels under our feet And fought with every Post we did meet And we like our humour well boys And we like our humour well 4. The Constable then with his staff and band He bid us if we were men to stand We told him he bid us do more than we can And we like our humour well boys And we like our humour well 5. Our Hostesses Cellar it is our bed Upon the Barrels we lay our head The night is our own for the Devil is dead And we like our humour well boys And we like our humour well Vpon Fasting THe poor man fasts because he has no meat The sick man fasts because he cannot eat The Userer fasts to encrease his store The Glutton fasts 'cause he can eat no more The Hypocrite because he 'd be commended The Saints do fast because they have offended ONe wish'd me to a Wife that 's fair and young That hath French Spanish and Italian tongue I thank'd him but yet I 'l have none of such For I think one tongue for a Maid's too much What love you not the Learned yes as my life The learned Scholar but the unlearned Wife On a Lover that would not be beloved again DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his love enjoys can love no more The War once past with peace men cowards prove The ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then frown though I say thou art mâ—st fair And still I love thee though I still despair As heat to life so is desire to love For these once quench'd both life and love are done Let not my sighs and tears thy virtues move Like basest Metal do not melt so soon Laugh at my woes although I ever mourn Love surfeits with rewards his Nurse is scorn A Rural Song 1. COme Lads and Lasses each one that passes Dance a round on the ground Whilst green the grass is For if you 'l ever with mirth endeavour With heart and voice rejoyce Come now or never For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid 2. Now here now yonder with Goose and Gander With your Ducks Hens and Cocks Safe may you wander Securely may you go to the Market to and fro Iohn and Ione all arow And never fear the foe For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid 3. Sweetest come hither let us thither Where we 'l court and there sport Freely together We 'l enjoy kisses with other blisses So come home when we have done And none shall miss us For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid 4. Over you Bower Iove seems to lowre As he meant to prevent Our happiest hour But the times treasure giving us leasure In spight of Iove for to prove Our chiefest pleasure For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray'd In the Trap that was laid For the poor silly Maid A Scotch Song called Gilderoy 1. WAS ever grief so great as mine Then speak dear Bearn I prethee That thus must leave my Gilderoy O my Benison gang with thee Good speed be with you then Sir she said For gone is all my joy And gone is he whom I love best My handsom Gilderoy 2. In muckle joy we spent our time Till we were both fifteen Then wantonly he ligg'd me down And amongst the Bâ—akes so green When he had done what man could do He rose up and gang'd his way I gate my Goon and I followed him My handsom Gilderoy 3. Now Gilderoy was a bonny Boy Would needs to 'th King be gone With his silken Garters on his legs And the Roses on his shoone But better he had staid at home With me his only joy For on a Gallow-tree they hung My handsom Gilderoy 4. When they had ta'ne this lad so strong Gude Lord how sore they bound him They carried him to Edenb'rough Town And there God wot they hung him They knit him fast above the rest And I lost my only joy For evermore my Benison Gang with my Gilderoy 5. Wo worth that man that made those Laws To hang a man for genee For neither stealing Ox nor Ass Or bony Horse or Meere Had not their Laws a bin so strict I might have got my joy And ne'r had need tull a wat my check For my dear Gilderoy A Song to his Mistris 1. I Will not do a Sacrifice To thy face or to thy eyes Nor unto thy Lilly palm Nor thy breath that wounding balm But the part to which my heart In vows is seal'd Is that Mine of Bliss Divine Which is conceal'd 2. What 's the Golden fruit to me If I may not pluck the Tree Bare enjoying all the rest Is but like a golden Feast Which at need can never feed Our love-sick wishes Let me eat substantial meat Not view the dishes The Advice PHyllis for shame let us improve A thousand several ways These few short minutes stoln by love From many tedious days Whilst you want courage to despise The censure of the Grave For all the Tyrants in your eyes Your heart is but a slave My love is full of noble pride And never will submit To let that Fop Discretion ride In triumph over Wit False Friends I have as well you That daily counsel me Vain friv'lous trisles to pursue And leave off loving thee When I the least belief bestow On what such fools advise May I be dull enough to grow Most miserably wise A Vision BEneath a Myrtle shade Which Iove for none but 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 From
Fryer as goes the story Came to push a Pike with him in vain glory But hâ— was almost sent to his own Purgatory By this old souldier c. With an old Ned Norreyâ— that kept Ostend A terrour to soe and a refuge to freind And left it Impregnable to his last end Like an old Souldier c. That in the old unfortunate voyage of all Marcht ore the old Bridge and knockt at the wall Of Lisbon the Mistris of Portugall Like an old souldier c. With an old Tom Norreys by the old Queen sent Of Munster in Ireland Lord President Where his dayes and his blood in her service he spent Like an old souldier c. With an old Harry Norreys in bâ—ttel wounded In his Knee whose Legg was cut off and he sed You have spil'd my Dancing and dyed in his bed An old Souldier c. With an old Will Norreys the oldest of all Who went voluntary without any call To 'th old Irish Wars to 's fame Immortall Like an old Soldier c. VVith an old Maximilian Norreys the last Of six old brothers whose fame the time past Could never yet match nor shall future time wast He was an old soldier c. VVith an old Dick Wenman the first in his prime That over the walâ—s of old Cales did climbe And therefore was Knighted and liv'd all his time An old souldier c. VVith an old Nando Wenman when Brest was ore-thrown Into th' Aire into â—h ' Seas with Gunpowder blown Yet bravely recovering long after was known An old souldier c. VVith an old Tom Wenman whose bravest delight VVas in a good cause for his Country to fight And dyed in Ireland a good old Knight And an old souldier c. VVith a yoâ—ng Nâ—d Wenman so valiant and bold In the wâ—â—rs of Bohemia as with the old Dâ—serves for his valour to be Inrold An old c. And thus of old Soldiers hear ye the same But never so many of one house and name And all of old Ioâ—n Lord Williams of Thame Chor An Old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Soldâ—er A woâ—rs Expostulation 1. ALl day do I sit inventing VVhile I live so single alone VVhich way to Wed to my contenting And yet can resolve upon none There 's a wench whose wealth would inrich me But she not delights me There 's anothers eyes do bewitch me But her fashion frights me He that herein Has a traveller bin And at length in his Longing sped VVhat shall I doe Tell me who I shall woe For I long to be lustily wed 2. Shall I with a VViddow marry No no she such watch will beare To spy how my selfe I doe carry I shall always live in feare Shall I to a mayd be a wooer Maydens are lov'd of many Knowing not to whom to be sure Are unsure to any Marry with youth There is love without truth For the young cannot long be just And Age if â— prove There is truth without Love For the Old are too cold to Lust. The Resolution 1. I Dye when as I do not see Her who is my life and all to me And when I see her then I dye In seeing of her cruelâ—y So that to me like mâ—sery is wrought Both when I see and when I see her noâ— 2. Shall I in silence mourn and grieve VVho silent sorrowes will relieve In speaking not my heart will rend And speaking I â—â—y her â—â—â—end So that 'twixt Love and death my heart is shot With equall darâ—s speak I or speak I not 3. Since life and death is in her Eye If her I not behold I dye And if I look on her she kills I 'le chuse the least of two such ills Though both be hard this is the easier lot To dye and see than dye and see her not 4. Yet when I see her I shall speak For if I speak not heart will break And if I speak I can but dye Of two such ills the least I 'le trye Who dyes unseen or dumb is soon forgot I 'le see and speak then dye or dye I not Love himselfe in Love 1. AS in May the little god of love Forsook his Mothers rosy rest To play to wanton and to rove His quiver where it pleas'd him best VVanting sport In idle sort An arrow where he could not tell From him glanced So it chanced Love thereby in Love besell 2. In sad Teares he to his mother pray'd to seek his shaft to lend him eyes VVhich she grants a bright and lovely Love taking up his dart espies But poore lad He better had Neer seen at all then now too well For being strook VVith her faire look Love himselfe in love besell 3. She too true a chastity embrac'd And from Loves courtship and his 〈◊〉 Nicely flew but when his houre was pass'd His sorrow with his sight was gone VVith us swaines She now remaines And every shepheards boy can tell This is she That love did see VVho seeing her in love besell 4. Some thus wish that Love had never shot That thereof with him feel the woe Some dispute that Love a God is not And think that beauty beares the bow Since this mayd VVithout his ayd Doth her beholders all compell Now to fall Into that thrall VVhere Love himself in Love befell 5. Simple Swaines could wish their eyes were blind For in her speech and every grace Are such chaines to captivate the mind They love her that ne're saw her face Liking lyes Not all in Eyes Noâ— Charmes in Cheeks do only dwell Love had power But for an houre To see and so in love besell 6. Since in troope of many wretched men I her inchanting looks survay'd Though I droop I languish yet agen To see and yet to see affrayd But O why With shame should I Consume for what I love so well First I 'le try Her love and dye With fame where love in love befell The Matchlesse Maid 1. AMidst the merry May When wantons would a playing A Girle as any gay That had no mind a Maying By a cleare Fountain brim Shedding teares Shaming him Sate and said are all they With their Mates gone to May And on a Sun-shiny day Must I be cast away O to dye a Maid 2. One hand she laid to calme Her brest that ever panted And on her other palme Her dewy Cheek she planted All a loft Covered ore With the soft silks she wore And underneath a bed Of Lillyes had she spred Whereon she was she sed Fully determined O to dye a Maid 3. Is 't love quoth she or lot Whose fault I am not mated Has Cupid me forgot Will fortune have me hated O ill men Though ye be Fewer then Wretched we Must I needs be one For whom there mate is none None need her death bemone Than that was borne alone O to dye a Made 4. And so into a swound She fell and in a trembling Fell I when as I found A maid no
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
from thence â— Then he did embrace her And gave her kisâ—es store And vow'd that he would place her Where none was ere before That is within his heart Which none shou d e're remove In spite of fate Would be her mate And constant be in love And I say she As true to thee As is the Turtle-Dove The Faire but Cruel Girle 1. THe Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind No lesse than a wonder by nature design'd She 's the grief of my heart but joy of my eye The cause of my flame that never can dye 2. Her Lips from whence wit obligingly flowes Has the colour of Cherryes and smell of the Rose Love and Destiny both attends on her will She saves with a smile with a frown she can kill 3. The desperate Lover can hope no redâ—esse Where beauty and rigour are both in excesse In Coelia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her must love who loves her must die The Bathing Girles To the common Galliard Tune 1. IT was in Iune and 't was on Barnaby Bright too A time when the days are long and nights are short A â—rew of merry Girles and that in the night too Resolvâ—d to wash in a river and there to sport And there poore things they then resolvâ—d to be merry too And with them did bring good store of jun-ketting stuffe As Bisket and Cakes and Suger and Syder and Perry too Of each such a quantity that was more than enough 2. But mark what chancâ—t unto this innocent crew then Who thought themselves secure from any eare They knew 't was dark that none cou d take a view then And all did seem to be voyd of any feare Then every one uncas'd themselves both smock all And each expected first who should begin And that they might stay but an houre they told the Clock and all Then all in a Te-he-ing vaine did enter in â— But now comes out the Tale I meant to tell ye For a Crew of Jovial Lads were there before And finding there some viands for their belly They eas'd em then poor hearts of all their store Then every Lad sate down upon the Grasse there And whisper'd thanks to th' Girls for their good Cheare In which they drank a health to every Lass there That then were washing rinsing without any fear 4. And when they had pleas'd and fill'd their bellies and pallats too They back did come unto the foresaid place And took away their Smocks and both their Wallets too Which brought their good Bubb and left them in pittifull case For presently they all came out toth ' larder there That it put 'em unto their shifts their Smocks to find I think says one my shift is a little farder there I I sayes another for yours did lye by mine 5. At last says one the Divel a smock is here at all The Devil a bit of bread or drop of drink They 've took every morsel of our good cheare and all And nothing but Gowns and Petticoats left as I think At last says one if they 'd give us our Smocks agen And likewise part of what we hither brought We shall be much oblieg d and think'em Gentlemen And by this foolish example be better taught 6. Although in the River they were as many as crickets there 'Twixt laughing and fretting their state they did condole And then came one of the Lads from out of the thickets there And told 'em hee 'd bring 'em their smocks and what was stole They only with Petticoats on like Jipsies were clad then He brought 'em their Smocks and what he had promis'd before They fell to eat and drink as if they 'd been mad there And glad they were all they 'd got so much of their store 7. And when they all had made a good repast there They put on their cloths and all resolv'd to be gone Then out comes all the ladds in very great hast there And every one to the other then was known The girles did then conjure the ladds that were there To what had past their lipps shouâ—d still be sealâ—d Nay more than that they made 'em all to swear there To which they did that nothing should be reveal d. 8. Then each at other did make a pass at kissing then And round it went to every one level coile But thinking that at home they might be missing then And fear'd that they had stay'd too great a while Then hand in hand they alltogether marcht away And every lad convey'd his Mistris home Agen they kist then every Lass her man did pray That what had past no more of that but Mum. The unparalel'd Lady The Tune 'Twixt Greece and Troy 1. VVHen first I saw my Coeli'as face O how my heart was Inflam'd with love I deem'd her of no humane race But Angell-like drop't from above Her Star-like eyes with their Glim'ring glances Then shin'd so bright Like the greatest Comet when we look upon iâ— 'Till it takes away the sight 2. Her Nose is like a Promontory Which over-looks some pleasant place Her Cheeks like Roses in their glory And Teeth of Oriental race Her Corall lipps like the Cherryes when They 're growing on the Tree But the greatest Bliss is Thence to gather kisses Wou'd the cropp belong'd to me 3. And underneath her snow-white neck There you may find an Ivory Plaine On which two Christal mounts are set Tipt with a Ruby-fount in graine This is the place which formerly was Call'd the milky-way O that I might tipple still At such a Nipple And forever there might sâ—ay 4. Her hands are of so pure a white That with the Swan they dare to vie But when upon a Luâ—e they light Then you will hear such Harmony But when her voice and that together Then play their parts You 'd think the Spheres united And thither had invited All to Captivate their hearts 5. Her feet were so Epitomiz'd Like peeping-mice did still appear That all the crew were then surpriz'd To see her dance a measure there She mov'd so well you 'd think she had not Danc't then but flown I would spend a Talent For to be her Gallant And call her still mine own The Politick Girle The Tune The Duke of Moâ—mouths Iigge 1. MY dearest Katy prethee be but constant now And whatsoe're is paâ—t I shall forget I vow Do thou be kind and give me but thy hand upon 't And for my faith thou need'st not doubt or stand upon 't I 'le furnish thee with all the Cakes in season sâ—ill And whatsoe're thou shalt desire in reason still Nay more than that thy Annal due I 'le pay to thee And in all moderate things will still give way to thee 2. I must confess thy Pension came but flow of late Which is the cause I think that thou didst change thy mate For when the Sinewy-part of love is took away We know the strength thereof will lessen every day But now thou know'st the
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
Westminster-Drollery Or A Choice COLLECTION Of the Newest SONGS POEMS BOTH AT Court and Theaters BY A Person of Quality With Additions LONDON Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in St. Paul Church Yard near the West End MDCLXXI WESTMINSTER-DROLLERY The first Song in the Ball at Court 1. I Pass all my Hours in a shady old Grove And I live not the day that I see not my Love I survey every Walk now my Phillis is gone And sigh when I think we were there all alone O then 't is O then I think there 's no such Hell Like loving like loving to well 2. But each shade and each conscious Bow'r that I find Where I once have been happy and she has been kind And I see the print left of her shape in the Green And imagine the pleasure may yet come agen O then 't is O then I think no joy's above The pleasures the pleasures of love 3. While alone to my self I repeat all her charms She I love may be lock'd in another mans arms She may laugh at my cares and so false she may be To say all the kind things she before said to me O then 't is O then I think there 's no such Hell Like loving like loving too well 4. But when I consider the truth of her heart Such an innocent passion so kind without art I fear I have wrong'd her and hope she may be So full of true love to be jealous of me O then 't is O then I think no joys above The pleasures the pleasures of Love The second Song in the Masque at Court 1. A Lover I am and a Lover I 'le be And hope from my Love I shall never be free Let wisdom be blam'd in the grave woman-hater Yet never to love is a sin of ill nature But he who loves well and whose passion is strong Shall never be wretched but ever be young 2. With hopes and with fears like a Ship in the Ocean Our hearts are kept dancing and ever in motion When our passion is pallid and our fancy wou'd sail A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale But when the doubt's clear'd and the jealousi's gone How we kiss and embrace and can never have done A Song at the King's House 1. HOw hard is a heart to be cur'd That is once overwhelm'd with despair 'T is a pain by force is endur'd Despises our pity and scoffs at our fear But if nothing but Death shall untie Those fetters wherewith you enslave me For your sake I am ready to try If you are unwilling to leave me Then I am not unwilling to die 2. How much were it better complying With the tears the sighs and the groans Of a poor distrest Lover dying And list to the cries of his pitiful moans When your Slave shall in triumph be led To see the effects of good nature It shall for your honour be sed 'T is true you have kill'd a poor Creature Yet have rais'd him again from the dead 3. Though your heart be as cold as the ice is At one time or other you 'l find That love has a thousand devices To banish could thoughts from your scrupulous mind Thy aid mighty Iove I implore That thou to the fair one discover The joys I have for her in store Which she to her passionate Lover Will say shee 'll be cruel no more A Song at the Kings House 1. CLoris let my passion ever Be to you as I design Flames so noble that you never Saw the like till you knew mine 2. Not a breath of seigned passion From my lips shall reach your ears Nor this love that 's now in fashion Made of modest sighs and tears 3. In my breast a room so sitting For your heart I will prepare That you 'l never think of quitting Were you once but harbour'd there 4. The Rent's not great that I require From your heart mine to repay Fortitude's all I desire To keep your lodging from decay 5. Fairest Saint then be not cruel Nor to love me count iâ— sin Since a smile from you is fewel For to keep this fire in 6. When I am forc'd by death or age From your flames for to retire All true Lovers I 'll engage Still my passion to admire The last Song at the Kings House 1. A Wife I do hate For either she 's false or she 's jealous But give me a Mate That nothing will ask or tell us She stands on no terms Nor chaffers by way of Indenture Her love 's for your Farms But takes the kind man at a venture 2. If all prove not right Without Act Process or Warning From a Wife for a night You may be divorc'd in the morning Where Parents are slaves Their Brats cannot be any other Great Wits and great Braves Have alwayes a Pâ—nk to their Mâ—ther A Song 1. WEr'â— thou but half so wise as thou art fair Thou would'st not need such courting 'T will prove a loss you 'll ne'er repair Should you still defer your sporting This peevish shall I shall I you 'll repent When your spring is over Beauties after math no kind friends hath To gratifie a Lover 2. Perhaps you may think 't is a sin to deal Till Hymen doth authorize you Though the Gods themselves sweet pleasure steal That to coyness thus advise you Pox upon the Link-boy and his Taper I 'll kiss although not have you 'T was an Eunuch wrote all the Text that you quote And the Ethicks that inslave you 3. I am sure you have heard of that sprightly Dame That with Mars so often traded Had the God but thought she had been to blame She had surely been degraded Nor is blind Cupid less esteemed For the sly tricks of his Mother For men do adore that Son of a Whore As much as any other 4. 'T is plain antiquity dothlie Which made Lucretia squeamish For that which you call Chastity Upon her left a blemish For when her Paramour grew weak Her passion waxed stronger For the Lecherous Drab her self did stab 'Cause â—arquin staid no longer 5. Then away with this Bugbear Vice You are lost if that you fly me In Ellâ—ium if you here are nice You never shall come nigh me Hell for Vâ—stals is a Cloyster I don't run doting thither For the pleasant shades are for her that trades Let 's truck and go together A late Song by a Person of Quality 1. ALas what shall I do I have taken on me now To make a Song I vow O wo is me I am commanded to 't I dare nor stand it out Though I am put to th' rout it must be Thou shalt do 't then stand to 't I 'll set my Muse 〈◊〉 foâ— With a good chirping Cup There may some hidden Mine spring from the juiâ—â— of wine Then take 't and drink it up 2. Pox on 't it will not do I must have t'other too I claim it as my due and must love't For where the Land is dry
ranging the Park th' Exchange the Plays Yet ne'r in my Ramble till now did I prove So happy to meet with the man I could love But O how I 'm pleas'd when I think of the man That I find I must love let me do what I can 2. How long I shall love him I can no more tell Than had I a Feaver when I should be well My Passion shall kill me before I will show it And yet I would give all the world he did know it But O how I sigh when I think should â—e woo me That I cannot deny what I know will undo me A Song The Tune Robin Rowser MY Name is honest Harry And I love little Mary In spight of Cis or jealous Bess I 'll have my own vagary 2. My Love is blithe and bucksome And sweet and fine as can be Fresh and gay as the flowers in May And looks like Iackadandy 3. And if she will not have me That am so true a Lover I 'l drink my Wine and ne'r repine And down the stairs I 'l shove her 4. But if that she will love I 'l be as kind as may be I 'l give her Rings and pretty things And deck her like a Lady 5. Her Peticoat of Satin Her Gown of Crimson Taby Lac'd up before and spangled o're Just like a Bartlemew Baby 6. Her Wastcoat is of Scarlet With Ribbons tied together Her Stockins of a bow-dy'd hue And her Shoes of Spanish Leather 7. Her Smock o' th' â—inest Holland And lac'd in every quarter Side and wide and long enough And hangs below her garter 8. Then to the Church I 'l have her Where we will wed together So come home when we have done In spight of wind and weather 9. The Fidlers shall attend us And first play Iohn come kiss me And when that we have danc'd a round They shall play Hit or miss me 10. Then hey for little Mary 'T is she I love alone Sir Let any man do what he can I will have her or none Sir These following are to be understood two ways I Saw a Peacock with a fiery tail I saw a blazing Comet drop down hail I saw a Cloud with Ivy circled round I saw a sturdy Oak creep on the ground I saw a Pismire swallow up a Whale I saw a raging Sea brim full of Ale I saw a Venice Glass sixteen foot deep I saw a Well full of mens tears that weep I saw their Eyes all in a flame of fire I saw a House as big as the Moon and higher I saw the Sun even in the midst of night I saw the Man that saw this wondrous sight On the Sea-sight with the Hollanders in the Râ—mps time MY wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch The English Fleet I all good fortune grutch May no storm toss Van Trump and his Sea-Forces The Harp and Cross shall have my daily curses Smile gentle Fates on the Dutch Admiral Upon our States the Plagues of Egypt fall Attend all health the Cavaliering part This Commonwealth I value not a fart Thus I my wishes and my prayers divide Between the Rebels and the Regicide Backwards and forwards thus I break my mind And hope the Fates at last will be so kind That the old Proverb may but wheel about True men might have their own now Knaves fall out The Answer to Ask me no more whither doth stray 1. I 'LL tell you true whither doth stray The darkness which succeeds the day For Heavens vengeance did allow It still should frown upon your Brow 2. I 'l tell you true where may be found A voice that 's like the Screech-Owls found For in your false deriding throat It lies and death is in its note 3. I 'l tell you true whither doth pass The smiling look seen in the glass For in your face't reflects and there False as your shadow doth appear 4. I 'l tell you true whither are blown The angry wheels of Thistle-down It flies into your mind whose care Is to be light as Thistles are 5. I 'l tell you true within what Nest The Cuckow lays her eggs to rest It is your Bosom which can keep Nor him nor them Farewel I 'l sleep A Dialogue between William and Harry Riding on the Way H. 1. NOble lovely virtuous Creature Purposely so fram'd by nature To inthral your servants wits W. 2. Time must now unite our hearts Not for any my deserts But because methinks it fits H. 3. Dearest treasure of my thought And yet wert thou to be bought With my life thoâ— wert not dear W. 4. Secret comfort of my mind Doubt no longer to be kind But be so and so appear H. 5. Give me love for love again Let our loves be clear and plain Heaven is fairest when it is clearest W. 6. Lest in clouds and in deserring We resemble Seamen erring Farthest off when we are nearest H. 7. Thus with numbers interchanged William's Muse and mine have ranged Verse and Journy both are spent W. 8. And if Harry chance to say That we well have spent the day I for my part am content A Gentleman on his beautiful Mistress 1. YOu meaner Beauties of the night That poorly satisfie our eyes More by your number than your light You common people of the skies What are you when the Sun shall rise 2. You curious Chanters of the Wood That warble forth Dame Natures Lays Thinking your voices understood By their weak accents What 's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise 3. You Violets that first appear By your purple Mantles known Like the proud Virgins of the year As if the Spring were all your own What are you when the Rose is blown 4. So when my Mistris shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind She cannot less be than a Queen And I believe she was design'd T' eclipse the Glory of her kind A Description of the Spring ANd now all Nature seem'd in love The lusty Sun began to move Now Juyce did stir th' embracing Vines And Birds had drawn their Valentines The jealous Trout that low did lie Rose at a well-dissembled Flie Then stood my Friend with Patient skill Attending of his trembling Quill Already were the Eaves possest With the swift Pilgrims dawbed Nest The Groves already did rejoyce In Philomel's triumphing voice The Showrs were short the Weather mild The Morning fresh the Evening smil'd Ione takes her neat rub'd Pail and now She trips to meet the Sand-red Cow Where for some sturdy Foot-ball Swain Ione stroaks a Syllabub or twain The Fields and Gardens were beset VVith Tulip Crocus Violet And now though late the modest Rose Did more than half a blush disclose Thus all lookt gay all full of chear To welcom this new liv'ried Year On a Shepherd losing his Mistris Tune Amongst the Myrtles as I walk'd 1. STay Shepherd prethee Shepherd stay Didst thou not see her run this way Where may she be canst thou not guess Alas I 've
1. IS she gone let her go faith Boys I care not I 'l not sue after her I dare not I dare not Though she 'as more Land than I by many an Acre I have plow'd in her ground who will may take her 2. She is a witty one and she is fair too She must have all the Land that she is Heir too But as for Free Land she has not any For hers is Lammas ground common to many 3. Were it in Several ' â—were a great favour It might be an inriching to him that shall have her But hers is common ground and without bounding You may graze in her ground and fear no pounding A Catch for three Voices JAck Will and Tom are ye come I think there is mirth in your faces How glad I 'm to see such Lads all agree In tunes and time and graces A Song 1. CHloris when I to thee present The cause of all my discontent And shew that all the wealth that can Flow from this little world of man Is nought but Constancy and Love Why will you other objects prove 2. O do not cozen your desires With common and mechanick fires That picture which you see in gold In every Shop is to be sold And Diamonds of richest prize Men only value with their eyes 3. But look upon my loyal heart That knows to value every part And loves thy hidden virtue more Than outward shape which fools adore In that you 'l all the treasures find That can content a noble mind The forsaken Maid A Song 1. NOr Love nor Fate dare I accuse For that my Love doth me refuse But O mine own unworthiness That durst presume so great a bliss Too mickle 'twere for me to love A man so like the Gods above VVith Angels face and Saint-like voice 'T is too Divine for Humane choice 2. But had I wisely given mine heart For to have lov'd him but in part As only to enjoy his face Or any one peculiar Grace A foot or hand or lip or eye Then had I liv'd where now I die But I presuming all to chuse Am now condemned all to lose 3. You Rural Gods that guard the Swains And punish all unjust disdains O do not censure him for this It was my error and not his This only boon of you I 'le crave To fix these Lines upon my Grave Like Icarus I soar'd too high For which offence I pine I die On a Precise Taylor A Taylor but a man of upright dealing True but for lying honest but for stealing Did fall one day extremely sick by chance And on a sudden fell in a wondrous Trance The Friends of Hell must'ring in fearful manner Of sundry colour'd Silks display'd a Banner Which he had stoln and wish'd as they did tell That he might one day find it all in Hell The man affrighted at this Apparition Upon Recovery grew a great Precisian He bought a Bible of the new Translation And in his Life he shew'd great Reformation He walk'd demurely and he talked meekly He heard two Lectures and two Sermons weekly He vow'd to shun all Company unruly And in his speech he us'd no Oath but Truly And zealously to help the Sabbaths Rest The Meat for that day on the Eve was drest And lest the custom that he had to steal Might cause him sometimes to forget his zeal He gives his Journey-man a special charge That if the Stuff allow'd fell out to large And that to filch his fingers were inclin'd He then should put the Banner in his mind This done I scarce can tell the rest for laughter A Captain of a Ship came three days after And bought three yards of Velvet three quarters To make his Vest so large to hang below his garters He that precisely knew what was enough Soon slipâ— away a quarter of the Stust His man espying it said in derision Remember Master how you saw the Vision Peace Fool quoth he I did not see one rag Of such like colour'd Stuff within the Flag The Scotch Girls Complaint for an Englishmans going away when my Lord Monk came for England 1. ILl tide this cruel Peace that hath gain'd a War on me I never fancied Laddy till I saw mine Enemy O methoughts he was the blâ—â—hest one That e're I set mine eyes upon VVell might have fool'd a wiser one As he did me He look'd so pretty and talk'd so witty None could deny But needs must yield the Fort up Gude faith and so did I. 2. Tantara went the Trumpets and strait we were in Arms VVe dreaded no Invasions Embrances were our Charms As we close to one another sit Did according to our Mothers wit But hardly now can smother it It will be known Alack and welly sick back and belly Never was Maid A Soldier is a coming though young Makes me afraid 3. To England bear this Sonnet direct it unto none But to the brave Monk-Heroes both sigh and singing moan Some there are perhaps will take my part At his bosom Cupid shake his dart That from me he ne'r may part That is mine own O maist thou never wear Bow and Quiver Till I may see Once more the happy feature Of my lov'd Enemy On Fairford curious Church-Windows which scap'd the War and the Puritan TEll me you Anti-Saints why Glass To you is longer liv'd than Brasâ— And why the Saints have scap'd their falls Better on VVindows than on VValls Is it because the Brothers fires Maintain a Glass-house at Blackfriers Next why the Church stands North and South And East and VVest the Preachers mouth Or is 't because such painted ware Resembles something what you are So pied so seeming so unsound In Doctrine and in Manners found That out of Emblematick wit You spare your selves in sparing it If it be so then Fairford boast Thy Church hath kept what all hath lost It is preserved from the bane Of either VVar or Puritan Whose Life is coloured in thy Paint The inside Dross but outside Saint The Soldiers praise of a Lowse 1. WIll you please to hear a new Ditty In praise of a six footed Creature She lives both in Countrey and City She 's woundrous loving by nature 2. She 'l proffer her service to any She 'l stick close but she will prevail She is entertained by many Till death no Master she 'l fail 3. Your rich men she cannot endure Nor can she your shifter abide But still she sticks close to the poor Though often they claw her hide 4. The non-suited man she 'l woo him Or any good fellows that lack She will be as nigh a friend to him As the shirt that sticks to his back 5. Your neat Landress she perfectly hates And those that do set her awork And still in foul Linen delights That she in the seams on 't may lurk 6. Corruption she draws like a Horse-leech Being big she grows a great breeder At night she goes home to her Cottage And in the day is a devillish feeder
7. To Commanders and Soldiers in purging I 'm sure her Receipts are good For she saves them the charge of a Surgeon In sucking and letting of blood 8. She 'l venture in a Battel as far As any Commander that goes She 'l play Iack a both sides in war And cares not a pin for her foes 9. She 's always shot-free in fight To kill her no Sword will prevail And if took Prisoner by flight She 's crush'd to death with a Nail 10. From her and her breed Iove defend us For her company we have had store Let her go to the Court and the Gentry And trouble poor Soldiers no more A Song S Mâ—thought the other night I saw a pretty sight That mov'd me much A fair and comely Maid Not squeamish nor afraid To let me touch Our lips most sweetly kissing Each other never missing Her smiling look did shew content That she did nought but what she meant 2. And as our lips did move The Echo still was Love Love love me sweet Then with a Maiden blush Instead of crying Push Our lips did meet With Musick sweet by sounding And Pleasures all abounding We kept the Burden of the Song Which was That Love should take no wrong A Song 1. O My dearest I shall grieve thee When I swear yet Sweet believe me By thine eye that Crystal Book In which all crabbed old men look I swear to thee though none abhor them Yet I do not love thee for them 2. I do not love thee for that fair Rich Fan of thy most curious Hair Though the wires thereof are drawn Finer than the threds of Lawn And are softer than the sleeves Which the subtil Spinner weaves 3. I do not love thee for those flowers Growing on thy Cheeks Loves Bowers Though such cunning them hath spread None can part their white and red Loves golden Arrows there are shot Yet for them I love thee not 4. I do not love thee for those sofâ— Red Coral Lips I 've kist so oft Nor teeth of Pearl though double rear'd To speech where Musick still is heard Though from thence a kiss being taken Would Tyrants melt and death awaken 5. I do not love thee O my Fairest For that richest for that rarest Silver Pillar which stands under Thy lovely Head that Glass of wonder Though thy Neck be whiter far Than Towers of polish'd Ivory are 6. Nor do I love thee for those Mountains Hid with Snow whence Nectar Fountains Sug'red sweet and Syrup-berry Must one day run through Pipes of Cherry O how much those Breasts do move meâ— Yet for these I do not love thee 7. I do not love thee for thy Palm Though the dew thereof be Balm Nor thy curious Leg and Foot Although it be a precious Root Whereon this stately Cedar grows Sweet I love thee not for those 8. Nor for thy wit so pure and quick Whose substance no Arithmetick Can number down Nor for the charms Thou mak'st with embracing arms Though in them one night to lie Dearest I would gladly die 9. I love the not for eyes nor hair Nor lips nor teeth that are so rare Nor for thy neck nor for thy breasts Nor for thy belly nor the rest Nor for thy hand nor foot nor small But would'st thou know dear sweet for all An old Song on the Spanish Armado 2. SOme years of late in eighty eight As I do well remember It was some say nineteenth of May And some say in September And some say in September The Spanish train lanch'd forth amain With many a fine bravado Their as they thought but it prov'd not Invincible Armado Invincible Armado 3. There was a little man that dwelt in Spain Who shot well in a Gun a Don Pedro hight as black a wight As the Knight of the Sun a As the Knight of the Sun a. 4. King Philip made him Admiral And bid him not to stay a But to destroy both man and boy And so to come away a And so to come away a. 5. Their Navy was well victualled With Bisket Pease and Bacon They brought two Ships well fraught with Whips But I think they were mistaken But I think they were mistaken 6. There men were young Munition strong And to do us more harm a They thought it meet to joyn their Fleet All with the Prince of Parma All with the Prince of Parma 7. They coasted round about our Land And so came in by Dover But we had men set on'um then And threw the Rascals over And threw the Rascals over 8. The Queen was then at Tilbury What could me more desire a And Sir Francis Drake for her sweet sake Did set them all on fire a Did set them all on fire a. 9. Then strait they fled by Sea and Land That one man kill'd threescore a And had nor they all ran away In truth he had kill'd more a In truth he had kill'd more a. 10. Then let them neither brag nor boast But if they come agen a Let them take heed they do not speed As they did you know when a As they did you know when a. The Loyal Prisoner 1. BEat on proud Billows Boreas blow Swell curled waves high as Ioves roof Your incivility shall show That innocence is Tempest proof Though furious Nero's frown my thoughts are calm Then strike affliction for your wounds are balm 2. That which the world miscalls a Jail A private Closet is to me Whilst a good Conscience is my bail And innocence my liberty Locks Bars and Solitude together met Makes me no Pris'ner but an Anchoret 3. And whilst I wish to be retir'd Into this private room was turn'd As if their wisdoms had conspir'd The Sallam under should be burn'd Or like those Sophies which would drown a fish I am condemn'd to suffer what I wish 4. The Cynick hugs his poverty The Pellican her Wilderness And ' 〈◊〉 the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus Contentment cannot smart Stoicks we see Make torments easie to their Apathie 5. I 'm in this Cabinet lock'd up Like some high prized Margerite Or like some great Mogul or Pope Am cloister'd up from publick sight Retiredness is a piece of Majesty And thus proud Sultan I 'm as great as thee 6. These Manicles about my arms I as my Mistris Favours wear And for to keep my ankles warm I have some iron Shackles there These walls are but my Garrison my Cell What men call Iail doth prove my Cittadel 7. So he that stroke at Iasons life Thinking to have made his purpose sure With a malicious friendly knife Was only wounded to a cure Malice I see wants wit for what is meant Mischief oft-times proves favours by th' event 8. What though I cannot see my King Neither in 's Person nor his Coin Yet Contemplation is a thing Which renders what I have not mine My King from me what Adamants can part Whom I do wear engraven on my heart 9. Have you not seen the Nightingale
A pris'ner like coop'd in a Cage How she doth chaunt her wonted tale In that her narrow Hermitaâ— Even then her Melody doth plainâ—y prove That her Boughs are Trees her Cage a Grove 10. I am that Bird whom they combine Thus to deprive of liberty Although they see my Corps confin'd Yet maugre hate my soul is free Although I 'm mew'd yet I can chirp and sing Disgrace to Rebels Glory to my King On his first Love MY first Love whom all beauty did adorn Firing my heart supprest it with her scorn And since like Tinder in my breast it lies By every sparkle made a Sacrifice Each wanton eye now kindles my desire And that is now to all which was intire For now my wanton thoughts are not confin'd Unto a woman but to woman kind This for her shape I love that for her face This for her gesture or some other grace And sometimes when I none of these can find I chuse them by the kernel not the rind And so do hope though my chief hope be gone To find in many what I lost in one She is in fault which caus'd me first to stray Needs must he wander which hath lost his way Guildess I am she did this change provoke And made that Charcoal which at first was Oak For as a Looking-glass to the aspect Whilst it is whole doth but one face reflect But crack'd and broken in pieces there are shown Many false faces where first was but one So love into my heart did first prefer Her Image and there planâ—ed none but her But when 't was crack'd and martyr'd by her scorn Many less faces in her seaâ— were born Thus like to Tinder I am prone to catch Each falling sparkle fit for any match On his Mistrisâ— going to Sea FArewel fair Saint may not the seas and wind Swell like the heart and eyes you left behind But calm and gentle like the looks they bear Smile in your face and whisper in your car Lâ—t no foul billow offer to arise That it might nearer look upon your eyes Lest Wind and Waves enamour'd with such form Should throng and crowd themselves into a storm But if it be your fate vast Seas to love Of my becalmed heart learn how to move Move then but in a gentle Lovers pace No wrinckles nor no furrows in your face And you sicrce winds see that you tell your tale In such a breath as may but fill her sail So while you court her each a several way You will her safely to her Port convey And lose her in a noble way of wooing Whilst both contribute to her own undoing On a Blush STay lusty blood where wilt thou seek So blest a place as in her cheek How canst thou from that cheek retire Where vertue doth command desire But if thou canst not stay then flow Down to her panting paps below Flow like a Deluge from her breasts Where Venus Swans have built their Nests And so take glory to bestain With azure blew each swelling Vein Then boiling run through every part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart And if from love it would retire Then Martyr it with gentle sire And having search'd each secret place Fly thou back into her face Where live thou blest in changing those White Lâ—llies to a ruddy Rose In praise of a Mask THere is not half so warm a fire In fruition as desire When we have got the fruit of pain Possession makes us poor again Expected form and shape unknown Whets and makes sharp temptation Sense is too nigardly for bliss And daily pays us with what is But ignorance doth give us all That can within her brightness fall Veil therefore still whilst I divine The riches of that hidden Mine And make imagination tell All wealth that can in beauty dwell Thus the highly valu'd Oar Earths dark Exchequer keeps in store And search'd in secret only quits The travel of the hands and wits Who dates to ransack all the hoards That Natures privy Purso affords Our eye the apprehensions Thief Blinds our unlimited belief When we see all we nothing see Disclosure may prove Robbery For if you shine not fairest beâ—ug shown I pick a Cabinet for a Bristol Stone Excuse for Absence YOu 'l ask perhaps wherefore I stay Loving so much so long away Do not think 't was I did part It was my body not my heart For like a Compass in your love One Foot is sixt that cannot move To ' other may follow the blind guide Of giddy Fortune but not slide Beyond your Service nor dares venture To wander far from you the Center To his Mistris KEep on your Mask and hide your eye For with beholding it I die Your fatal Beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment doth strike Your piercing eyes if them I see Are worse than Basilisks to me Shut from mine eyes those hills of Snow Their melting Valley do not show Those Azure paths lead to despair O vex me â—ot forbear forbear For whilst I thus in torment dwell The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell Your dainty voice and warbling breath Sound like a Sentence past for death Your dangling Tresses are become The instruments of final doom O if an Angel torture so When life is done what shall I do To his Mistris I 'Ll tell you how the Rose did first grow red And whence the Lilly whiteness borrowed You blush'd and then the Rose with red was dight The Lilly kist your hand and so came white Before that time each Rose had but a stain The Lilly nought but paleness did contain You have the native colour those the dye They slourish onely in your eye HIc jacet John Shorthose Sine hose sine shooes sine breeches Qui fuit dum vixit sine goods Sine lands sine riches On his Mistris IS she not wondrous fair O but I see She is so much too sweet too fair for me That I forget my flames and every fiâ—e Hath taught me not to love but to admire Just like the Sun methinks I see her face Which I should gaze on still but not embrace For 't is Heavens pleasure that she should be sent As pure to Heaven again as she was lent To us And bid us as we hope for bliss Not to profane her with a mortal kiss Then how cold grows my Love and I how hot O how I love her how I love her not So doth my Ague-love torment by turns And now it freezeth now again it burns A Sigh GO thou gentle whisp'ring ' Wind Bear this Sigh and if you find Where my cruel Fair doth rest Cast it in her snowy Breast The sweet Kisses thou shalt gain Will reward thee for thy pain Taste her lips and then confess If Arabia doth possess Or the Hybla honour'd hill Sweets like those that there distil Having got so with a fee Do another boon for me Thou canst with thy powerful blast Heat apace and cool as fast Then for pity either stir
Drollery THE SECOND PART BEING A Compleat Collection of all the Newest and Choicest SONGS and POEMS at COURT and both the THEATERS By the Author of the FIRST PART never Printed before LONDON Printed for William Gilbert at the Half-Moon in 〈…〉 These to his honoured Freind the Author of this Book upon his WESTMINSTER DROLLERY HAving perus'd your Book I there do find The footsteps of a most Ingenious mind Which traceing I ne're left until I came Vnto the knowledge of the Authors Name Which having understood I needs must show That due respect I to your Lines doe owe. How easie is it for a man to know Those Songs you made from those Collected too Yours like Rich Vyands on a Table set Invites all Pallats for to tast and eat Tâ— ' others but garnish are which only serve To feed a hungry stomach least it starve Yours like the Sun when he displayes his face Obscures and darkens Starrs of meaner Race So Sir in every thing you so transcend That I could wish your Drolleries no end But least my youthful Poetry should stray From their intentions and so lose their way I 'le wish your fame may be as amply known As he desires who speaks himself your own Ric Mangic WESTMINSTER DROLLERY The late Song at the Dukes House SInce we poor slavish women know Our men we cannot pick and choose To him we like why say we no We both our time and labour loose By our put offs and fond delayes A Lovers Appetite we pall And if too long the Gallant stayes His Stomack 's gone for good and all Or our impatient Amorous guest Unknown to us away may steale And rather than stay for a feast Take up with some course ready meale When opportunity is kind Let prudent women be so too And if a man be to her mind Till till she must not let him goe The match soon made is happy still For only love 't is best to doe For none should marry 'gainst their will But stand off when their Parents woe And only to their Suits be coy For she whom Jointures can obtain To let a Fopp her bed injoy Is but a lawfull wench for gain A late Song called The Resolute Gallant for a second Tryall HOw hard a fate have I that must expire By sudden sparkles Love hath blown to fire No paine like mine 'cause fed with discontent Not knowing how these flames I may prevent Lucinda's eyes affection have compel'd And ever since in thraldome I have dwelt Yet which is more sâ—â— who 's my sole delight Belongs unto another man by right What though she do bear up dejected mind She that is faired doth seldome prove unkind She may be so I 'le put it to a venture Who tryes no Circle may mistake the Center For joyes themselves are only trâ—e when try'd Fruiâ—ion is the comfort of a Bride And how can he enjoy that ne'r doth try But is dishearted with a Female fie When known to most they willingly resigne What they doe seem as willing to decline Why then should I desist I 'le try agen They ' steeme the valiant lover the best of men The Subtil Girle well fitted The Tune The New Boxy PRethee Cloris tell me how I 've been to thee Disloyal In love thou know'st who makes a vow 'T is only but on tryal For had I found thy graces sound Which first I did discover There 's none shou'd be more kind to thee Or halfe so true a Lover 2. I vow'd 't is true I 'le tell you how With mental reservation To try if thou wouldst keep thy vow And find thine Inclination But when I saw thou didst withdraw Thy faith from me to changing Why shoul'dst thou blame me for the same To take my swing in ranging 3. No Cloris know the knack I 've found Of this thy feigned passion Thou knowst my elder brother's drown'd And chinks with me in fashion And likewise know I 've made a vow To one did ne're deceive me VVho in the worst of times she durst Both visit and relieve me 4. Then farewell Cloris false and faire And like thee every woman Nor more will weare thy lock of haire Thy favours now are common But I will weare Aminta deare VVithin my heart for ever VVhose faire and kind and constant mind To cherish I 'le endeavour The New Scotch Song SIt ' tha ' do'on be me mine awn sweet joy Thouse quite kill me suedst thou prove coy Suedst thou prove coy and not loove me VVhere sall I fiend sike a can as thee 2. Is'e bin at Weke and Is'e bin at Faire Yet neer coo'd I find can with thee to compare Oft have I sought yet ne're cood I find Ean I loov'd like thee ' gen you prove kind 3. Thou'se ha' a gay goone an gea fine VVith brave buskins thy feet sall shine VVith the fin'st sloores thy head sall be crownd An thy pink-patticoat sall be lac't round 4. VVee'se gang early to the brooke side VVee'se catch fishes as they do glide Ev'ry little fish thy prisner sall be Thou'fe catch them an I 'se catch thee 5. Coom lat me kisse thy cherry Lip an praise Aw the features a thy sweet face Thy forehead so smooth and lofty doth rise Thy soft ruddy cheeks and thy pratty black eyes 6. I se ligg by thee all the caw'd niete ' Thou'sâ— want neathing for thy deleete Thouse ha' any thing thouse ha me Sure I ha soom thing that'le please thee The Answer to the Scotch Song and to that Tune 1. SIbby cryes to the wood coom follow me â—or I'se have a fiene thing my Billy for thee It i like a thing which I mun not tell Yet I ken Billy thou'se love it well 2. Billy cryes wa is me and sight vary seare Cause to his Sibby he cood not come neare At last he tald her with many a greane Ise cannot follow Sibby for meerter and steane 3. Thou ken'st Billy Is'e loove thee wee le And for thy Love my Patticoat wa'd sell I 'se loove thee dearly wee 'le as myne ean mother Thou'se pull down ean side I 'se pull down tother 4. Sibby gang'd to the Wail to pull it doone Billy ean the tea side came there as soone Then she pul'd doon the steane Billy the meerter That of his â—â—atty Sibby he might be the Peerter The rejected Lover to his Mistriss 1. WHat means this strangenâ—ss now of late Since time doth truth approve Such difference may consist with state In cannot stand with love 2. 'T is either cunning or distrust Doth such ways allow The first is base the last unjust Let neither blemish you 3. Explaine with unsuspitious looks The Riddles of your mind The eyes are Cupids fortune Books Where love his fate may find 4. If kindness crosse your wisht content Dismiss it with a frown I 'le give thee all the love is spent The rest shall be my own The Prologue to Witt without money being the first
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
That these more resemble his woes 3. Art thou a Shepherdess and yet too good For a Shepheard to be thy mate If wanton opinion or purenesse of blood Doth make thee disdaine thy estate Let Thirsis pluck Lillyes And feed flocks for Phillis For her love his duty to show Whilst Phillis rehearses The Poesies of Thirsis In his love her beauty to know 4. If Goridons jealousie cannot admit Young Thirsis his rival to be Thy heart is too young to be singular yet And too old to be lov'd is he Then try what the skill is Of young men faire Phillis Ere age thou dost simply retaine If any love pierces Thee deeper than Thirsis Let Thirsis love Phillis in vaine 5. Thus Thirsis went on but Phillis more wise Conceales the delight she find For women their likings have skill to disguise But men cannot masque their minds He mounts where the hill is The proud hill where Phillis Is wonted to rest with her sheep And with his â—lock Thirsis So seldome converses We think he with Phillis doth keep A Song 1. TO love thee without flattery were a sin Since thou art all Inconstancy within Thy heart is govern'd only by thine Eyes â—he newest object is thy richest prize Love me then just as I love thee That 's 'till a fairer I can see 2. I hate this constant doating on a Face Content ne're dwells a week in any place Why then should you and I love one another Longer than we can our fancy smother Love me then just as I love thee That 's 'till a fairer I can see A Song 1. VVHen Thirsis did the splendid Eye Of Phillis his faire Mistris spye Was ever such a glorious Queen Said he unlesse above t were seen 2. Faire Phillis with a blushing aire Hearing those words became more faire Away says he you need not take Fresh beauty you more fair to make 3. Then with a winning smile and looke His candid flattery she took O stay sayd he 't is done I vow Thirsis is captivated now A catch for three Voices made from a true Story 1. A Knot of good fellowes were making moane Their meeting was spoild their pig was gon Whee quoth a Frenchman to Ioan its dark Hark there cryes Mounseir Pig wee l make him pork They caught him stuck him wee ' wee ' what you do To serve you like the mother of the meaz'ld sow Begar me no Bacon you English dogge Weeh weeh you rask all Frenchman wee 'l dresse you like a hogg They kept such a weehing that home came the Pigg Which made them all dance and drinke as long as they could swig They cry the Mounseir pardon forth let him pass No more for a Pigge but now for an Asse A Catch of 3 Parts 1. MY Mistriss will not be content to take a Jest I mean a Jest as Chaucer meant But following still the Womens fashion Allowes it allowes it in the last translation For with the word shee 'l not dispence And yet and yet and yet I know she loves the sence On Loyalty in the Cavaliers 1. HE that is a cleare Cavalier Will not repine Although his fortune grow So very low That he cannot get wine Fortune is a Lass She will embrace And strait destroy Free-borne Loyaltie Will ever be Sing Vive le Roy. Chorus â—ertue is her own reward and fortune is a Whore There 's none but knaves and fools regard Her or do her power implore A reall honest man Might a'bin utterly undone To shew his Allegiance His love and obedience Honour will raise him up And still praise him up Virtue stayes him up Whilst your Loose Courtiers dine With their full Bowles of Wine Honour will stick to it fast And he that fights for love doth in the way of honour move He that is a true Roger and hath serv'd his King Although he be a ragged Souldier Whilst those that make sport of us May become short of us â—te will flatter e'm and will scatter e'm Whilst that Loyalty Waits on Royalty He that waits peacefully May be successfully Crown'd with Crowns at last 2. Firmly let us then Be honest men And kick at fate We shall live to see Loyaltie Valued at a high rate He that bears a word Or a sword Gainst the Throne Or doth prophanely prate To wrong the State Hath but little for his own Chorus What though the Plumes of painted Players Be the prosperous men Yet wee 'l attend our own affaires When we come to 't agen Treachery may be fac't with light And leachery lin'd with furre A Cuckold may be made a Knight 'T is fortune de la gar But what is that to us boyes That now are honest men Wee 'l conquer and come agen Beat up the drum agen Hey for Cavaliers Joy for Cavaliers Pray for Cavaliers Dub a dub dub Have at old Belzebub Oliver stinks for fear Fist-Monarchy must down-boyes And every Sect in Town Wee 'l rally and to 't agen Give 'em the rout agen When they come agen Charge 'em home agen Face to the right about tantararara This is the life of an honest poor Cavalier The Irish footmans O hone 1. NOw Chree'st me save Poor Irish Knave O hone O hone Round about The Town throughout Is poor Shone gone Mayster to find Loving and kind But Shone to his mind is ne're the neare Shone can find none here Which makes him cry for feare O hone O hone Shone being poore Him 's foot being sore For which hee 'l no more Trot about To find mayster out Faiâ— I 'le rather go without And cry O â—one 2. I was so crost That I was forâ—'â— To go barefooâ— With stripes to boot And no shooes none Nill English could I speak My mind for to break And many laught to hear the moane I made And I like a tyr'd Jade That had no worke nor Trade But cry'd O hone Cause Church to go Whither I 'de or no â—le dye or do so Grace a Chreest â—or I love Popish Preest A poor Catholick thou seest O hone O hone â— Good honest Shone Make no more moane For thy lost â—do intend Somthing to spend On Catholicks thus crost Take this small gift And with iâ— make a shift And be not thou berest Of thy mind Although he was unkind â—o leave thee thus behind To cry O hone Here take this Beer and with it make good cheere â—othing's for thee too deare so a due â—e constant still and true This country do not true Nor cry O hone 4. Good Shentlemen That do intend To help poore Shone at 's need My Patron here Has given me Beer And meat whereâ—n to feed Yea and moneys too So I hope that you Will do as he did do For my reliefe To ease my pain griefe I le eat no â—owder'd beef What e're ensue But I will keep my fast As I did in times past To get more stomack for my hungry throat And 〈◊〉 for friends I sought They call'd me all
te're naught Song I Went to the Tavern and then I went to the Tavern and then I had good store of VVine And my cap full of coyne And the world went well with me then then And the world went well with me then â— I went to the Tavern agen Where I ran on the score And was turn'd out o' th' door And the world went ill with me then then c. â— When I was a Batchelor then I had a Saddle and a Horse And I took my own course And the world went well with me then then c. 4. But when I was marry'd O then My Horse and my Saddle VVere turn'd to a Cradle And the world went ill with me then then c. 5. VVhen I brought her home mony then She never would pout But clip me about And the world went well with me then then c. 6. But when I was drunk O then She 'd kick she 'd fling Till she made the house ring And the world went ill with me then then c. 7. So I turn'd her away and then I got me a Miss To clip and to kiss And the world went ill c. 8. But the Pariter came and then I was call'd to the Court VVhere I pay'd for my sport And the world went ill c. 9. I took my Wife home agen But I chang'd her note For I cut her throat And the world went well with me then c. 10. But when it was known O then In a two-wheeld Charret To Tiburn I was carry'd And the world went ill c. 11. But when I came there O then They forâ—'t me to swing To heaven in a string And the world went well with me then then And the world went well with me then The Moons Love 1. THe Moon in her pride Once glanced aside Her eyes and espied The day As unto his bed In wastcoat of red Faire Phoebus him led The way Such changes of thought In her chastitie wrought That thus she besought the boy O tarry And Marry The Starry Diana That will be thy Jem and Joy 2. I will be as bright At noon as at night If that may delight The day Come hither and joine Thy glories with mine Together wee 'l shine For aye The night shall be noon And every moon As pleasant as june Or May O tarry and marry c. 3. Enamour'd of none I live chast and alone Though courted of one Some say And true if it were â—o frivolous feare Let never my dear Dismay I 'le change my opinion And turne my old Minion The Sleepy Endimion Away O tarry and marry c. 4. And but that the night Should have wanted her light Or lovers in sight Should play Or Phoebus should shame To bestow such a dame VVith a dow'r of his flame On a Boy Or day should appear Eternally here And night otherwhere The day Had tarry'd And marry'd The starry'd Diana And she been his Jem and Joy On Dulcina 1. AS at noone Dulcina rested In her sweet and shady bower Came a shepheard and requested In her lapp to sleep an houre But from her look A wound he took So deep that for a further boon The Nimph he prayes VVhere to she sayes Foregoe me now come to me soone 2. But in vaine did she conjure him To depart her presence so Having a thousand tongues to allure him And but one to bid him go VVhere lipps invite And eyes delight And cheeks as fresh as rose in Iune Perswade to stay VVhat boots her say Foregoe me now come to me soon Words whose hopes might have injoin'd Him to let Dulcina sleep Could a mans love be confin'd Or a mayd her promise keep But he her waste Still holds as fast As she was constant to her Tune And still she spake For Cupid sake Foregoe me now come to me 〈◊〉 4. He demands what time or pleasure Can there be more soon than now She sayes Night gives love that leasure That the Day doth not allow The Suns kind sight Forgives delight Quoth he more easily than the Moon And Venus playes he told she sayes Foreâ—oe me now come to me soon 5. But no promise nor prosession From his hands could purchase scope Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope Or for the sight of lingring nighâ— Foregoe the present Joyes of Noon Though ner'e so faire her speeches were Foregoe me now come to me soon 6. How at last agreed these lovers He was â—aire and she was young Tonâ—â—â— maâ— tell what eye discovers Joyâ—â—â—â—â—seen are never sung Did she consent Or he relent Accepts he night or grants she noon Left he her mayd or not she said Foregoe me now come to me soon The Saylers Song 1. The raging waves and roaring wind My Mates I list no longer hide A gentler passage now I find And Saile upon a calmer tide Of Neptunes man his mate I prove And serve with him the master love 2. My bosome now my Ocean is Wherein my Amorous thoughts do steere My hopefull heart in waves of blisse Whereto her voice and smiling cleare My wind and weather be Her eyes Are both my Loadstar and my Prize 3. No saile nor wind nor Sun I need Her favours pass the silken Saile Her smiles the Sunshine day exceed And her sweet voice the softest gale I take no height of starres above Nor seek adventures but her love 4. And if her heart I compass can VVhere I my hopes have Anchor'd all He that the â—leece of Cholchos wan Made voyage poorer than I shall By how much living Pearl's above Dead gold and wealth is short of love To Live and dye 3. A Creature so strange so wretched a one As I Can there be sound For now alas I live and anon I die Feeling no wound When but a look of my love I gaine O what a life it doth infuse But when I tast of her sharpe disaine O how I dye how can I chuse 2. Like as the Sun gives life to the flowers VVhen May Painteth the field So when she smiles her eye like the powers Of Joy Doth to me yeild But as the Autumn's envious raine Soon doth the summers pride confuse Dasht with the stormes of her Disdaine So do I dye how can I chuse 3. Then 't is no wonder that here is a man Can live Now and now dye Since there 's a beauty that life and death can Both give Out of her Eye Ler her the wonder of time remaine And that I live let no man muse VVhile she me loves and if she disdaine Must not I dye how can I chuse 4. Has not her favour force to revive A heart Dying with paine And has her â—corne not power to deprive That part Of life againe Is there not life and death in her frame Bâ—th at her powerfull will to use Then at her powerfull will I am Living or dead how can I chuse The hunting of the Gods 1. SOngs of Shepheards and Rusticall
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
of hate That my Clariada now is from me gone But I confesse 't is my unworthiness That I in sorrow thus am left alone I doated on her and thought to 'a won her But wo is me I still must think upon her Which is the cause of all my smart She lookt so pretty and talkt so witty None that ere I saw in Town or in City Ere like her could thus surprize my heart 2. Had I set my heart to have lov'd her but in part As only to enjoy her angels face Her curious eye or cheeks of rosie die Or lip or any one peculiar grace Butmy sad refusing one must all be loosing O that I had us'd discretion in my chusing Then I might a liv'd and not a dy'd But like Iâ—arus I by soaring up too high With his waxen wings so neâ—e the Sun to fly Am justly punisht for my foolish pride O you Powers Divine I 'le offer at your shrine If you will grant me this when I am gone That no punishment on her her may e're be sent The fault was only mine and mine alone Also I do crave this benefit to have That this Motto may be fixt upon my grave Here 's lyes one by foolish pride was slaine That who ere comes near may gently shed a tear On my Hearse and say O 't was severe So small offence should breed such mic kle paine On his Mistresse's Garden of Herbs HEarts-case an heâ—b that sometimes hath bin seen In my Loves garden plot to flourish green Is dead and witâ—er'd with a wind of woe And bitter Rue in place thereof doth grow The cause I find to be because I did Neglect the Herb call'd Time which now doth bid Me never hope nor look once more againe To gaine Hearts-case to ease my heart of paine One hope is this in this my wosul case My Rue though bitter may prove Herbe of grace The Itaâ—iâ—n Pedlar 1. MAids see what you lack Ere I open my pack For here is that will please you Do you dreame in your beds Or with your Maiden-heads Be you troubled I will ease you 2. Is there any one among These marry'd men strong Has a head of his Wives making I have capps to be worne that shall cover his hoâ—ne And keep his brow froâ—â—aking 3. Does any man mistrust that his wife is unjust Or that she loves to be ranging I have that in my box which excee 's Italian locks 'T will keep her Chast that 's a strange thing 4. Is there any woman here has bin married a year And not bin made a Mother I have that at my back shall supply her of that lack And I 'le use her sor't like a Brother 5. I have fine Gloves for you and your Loves Bands Handkerchers and Laces And I've Knots and Roses and many pretty posies And mask for your bad faces 6. I have sine bodkins to that I can furnish you To keep your Coises from tearing And I have precious stones ordained for the nonce Will delight you in the wearing 7. I have that wherewith if you well rub your Teeth They will look like Alabafter And powder for your hair that will make you look fair I wender you come no faster Then come away and do not stay For hence I must I tell you or when that I am gone you will hardly find one That such precious Ware can sell you In praâ—se of the Black-Iack 1. BE your liquor small or as thick as mudd The cheating bottle cryes good good good Whereat the master begins to storme 'Cause he said more than he could performe And I wish that his heires may never want Sack That first devis'd the bonny black Jack 2. No Tankerd Flaggon Bottle nor Jugg Are halfe so good or so well can hold Tugg For when they are broke or full of cracks Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks And I wish that his c. 3. When the Bottle and Jack stands together O fie on 't The Bottle looks just like a dwarfe to a Gyant Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse For this ' l make Boots when the Bottle mends shooes And I wish c. 4. And as for the bottle you never can fill it Without a Tunnell but you must spill it 'T is as hard to get in as 't is to get out T is not so with a Jack for it runs like a spout 5. And when we have drank out all our store The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled Then it marches for more to make us some bread And I wish c. 6. I now will cease to speak of the Jack But hope his assistance I never shall lack And I hope that now every honest man Instead of Jack will y'clip him Iohn And I wish that his heirs may never want Sack That first devis'd the bonny black Iack. A SONG 1. CAElia I lov'd thee Though in vain you boast But since I have prov'd thee I find my labour lost Many may to love pretend But you will never find Seek country o're try any freind One half so true so kind 2. Farewell unkind one Since you so designe And see if â—ou can find one Whose love can equal mine If by chance you meet a man That mâ—y your fancy take Be wise be kind do what you can And love him for my sake Yet in your chiefest pleasure think How my poor heart doth ake 3. Each hour sporting Nothing can be more Each minute courting Like one neâ—e lov'd before But should he forsake his nest And being wellfeather d fly From you to be anothers guest You 'd sigh and with me cry I lov'd and was not lov'd again And so for love must die The Jealous but mistaken Girle To the Scotch tune also 1. PRethee tell me Phillis Why so pensive now I see that sadness still is Fixt upon thy brow And those charming eyes That were of late so bright In sighs and tears And other fears Have almost lost their sight Let this suffice I sympathize With thee both day and night 2. Damon dost thou aske it Thou art the cause of all Therefore do not mask it For thou hast wrought my fall For I gave thee a Ring Which thou hast Coelia gave Our true-loves band T was on her hand Which Ring thy life did save But wo is me Thy falsitie Has brought me to my grave 3. Damon then began On Phillis for to smile She call'd him perjur'd man And should no more beguile No my dearest Phill I blame thy Jealousie Our true-loves band 〈◊〉 my hand Which thou didst give to me And Coridon Made Coelia one By that which came from thee 4. Long she sate ashamed And hid her bashfull head Her jealousie she blamed And said she was but dead Unlesse that gentle Damon Pardon this offence And let me rest Upon his brest And there my suite commence I shall not doubt To sue it out Before I came
Funeral As I was wont no not so prone as then Out of the grave I shall arise agen On a FART I Sing the praises of a Fart That I may doo 't by terms of Art I will invoke no deitie But butter'd Pease and Furmetie And think their help sufficient To fit and furnish my intent When Virgils gnat and Ovids flea And Homers frog strove for the day There is no reason in my mind Why a Fart should come behind Since that we may it paralel With any thing that doth excell Musiâ—k is but a Fart that s sent From the guts of an Instrument The Scholler Farts when he gains Learning with cracking of his Brains And when he hath spent much pain and oyl Thomas and others to reconcile For to learn the distracting art What doth he get by it not a Fart The thunder that does roar so loud Is but the Farting of a Cloud And if withall the wind do stirr up Rain then 't is a Farting Sirrup The Soldier makes his foes to run With buâ— the farting of a Gun That 's if he make the Bullets whistle Else 't is no better then a sizle â—ine boats that by the times about Are but Farts several Docks let out They are but Farts the words we say Words are but words and so are they Farts are as good as Land for both We hold in Tail and let 'em both As soon as born they by and by Fart-like buâ— only sing and dye Applause is but a Fart the rude Blast of the whole multitude And what is working Ale I pray But Farting Barme which makes a way Out at the bunghole by farting noise When we do hear it's sputtring voice And when new drank and without hopps It makes us fart and seldom stops I more of Farts would write I vow But for my gutts I cannot now For now they wonderfully rumble And my stomack begins to grumble Which makes me think that Farts e're long Will at my nock there find a Tongue And there sing out their own praises In thundring and in choaking Phrases Where I leave them and them to you And so I bid you all adieu What I have said take in good part If not I do not care a Fart Silence the best Wooer 1. WRong not dear Empress of my heart The merits of true passion With thinking that he feels no smart That sues for no compassion 2. Since that my thoughts serve not to prove The conquest of your Beauty It comes not from defect of Love But from excess of duty 3. For think you that I sue to serve A Saint of such perfection As all desire but none deserve A place in her affection 4. I rather chuse to want relief Than venture the relieving VVhen glory recommends the grief Despair distrust's th'atchieving 5. Thus the desires that aim too high For any mortal lover VVhen reason cannot make em dye Discretion doth them cover 6. Yet when discretion doth believe The Plaints that they shall utter Then thy discretion may perceive That Silence is a Sutor 7. Silence in Love bewrayes more woe Than words though nere so witty â—he begger that is dumb you know Deserveth double pitty 8. Then mis-conceive not dearest heart My true though secret passion He smarteth most that hides his smart And sues for no compassion Beauty is not the guide to Affection OF Beauty there 's no rule neither can be Since that I like pleases not him nor thee One likes a dimpled Cheek a double chin One likes a sparkling Eye and so agen One likes a lusty lass to quench his fire Another might he have but his desire Would reject all we have nam'd before And nor double Chin nor dimpled cheek adore Neither would care for Sparkling Eye a bit And reject Lustiness but adore VVit One likes a Lady that is short and small Another one perhaps that 's big and tall You like a Lady cause shee 's very free I don't for fear I should cornuted be One likes a VVoman for such and such a grace One cares for nothing but a handsome face One loves to see flaxen locks hang down Another man delights in lovely brown Thus all men vary you do see and now Where 's the good man I pray that kiss'd the Cow FINIS
trow A Song call'd Loves Lottery At the Dukes House RUn to Loves Lottery run Maids and rejoice Whilst seeking your chance you meet you own Choice And boast that your luck you helpt with design By praying cross-legg'd to S. Valentine Hark hark a Prize is drawn and Trumpets sound Tanta ra ra Tanta ra ra Tanta ra ra Hark Maids more Lots are drawn Prizes abound Dub a dub the Drum now beats And dub a dub a dub Echo repeats As if the God of War had made Loves Queen a Skirmish for a Serenade Haste haste fair Maids and come away The Priest attends the Bridegrooms stay Roses and Pinks will we strow where you go Whilst I walk in Shades of Willow When I am dead let him that did slay me Be but so kind so gentle to lay me There where neglected Lovers mourn Where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing Where sweetly Bells at Burials ring On a Gentleman Tune My Freedom which is all my Ioy. 2. POor Cloriâ— wept and from her eyes The liquid tears came trickling down Such wealthy drops may well suffice To be the ransom of a Crown And as she wept she sigh'd and said Alas for me unhappy Maid That by my folly my folly am betray'd 2. When first these eyes unhappy eyes Met with the Author of my wo Methoughts our Souls did sympathize And it was death to say him no. He su'd I granted O then befel My shame which I 'me afraid to tell Ay me that I had never lov'd so well 3. O had I been so wise as not T' have yielded up my Virgin-Fort My life had been without a blot And dar'd the envy of Report But now my guilt hath made me be A scorn for time to point at me As at the But and Mark of Misery 4. Here now in sorrow do I sit And pensive thoughts possess my breast My silly heart with cares is split And grief denies me wonted rest Come then black night and screen me round That I may never more be found Vnless in tears in tears of sorrow drown'd On Men escap'd drowning in a Tempest 1. ROcks Shelves and Sands and all farewel Fie who would dwell in such a Hell As is a Ship which drunk doth reel Taking salt Healths from Deck to Keel 2. Up we are swallowed in wet graves All sous'd in Waves by Neptune's Slaves What shall we do being tost to Shore Milk some blind Tavern and there roar 3. 'T is brave my Boys to sail on Land For being well mann'd we can cry Stand The Trade of pursing ne're shall fail Until the Hangman crys Strike Sail. On a great Heat in Egypt I Formerly in Countreys oft have been Under the AEquinoctial where I 've seen The Sun disperse such a prodigious Heat That made our Sieve-like Skins to rain with Sweat Men would have given for an Eclipse their lives Or one whisper of Air yet each man strives To throw up grass feathers nay women â—oo To find the Wind all falls like Lead none blew The Dog-star spits new fires till 't come to pass Each man became his neighbours Burning glass Lean men did turn to ashes presently Fat men did roast to lean anatomy Young womens heaâ— did get themselves with child For none but they themselves themselves defil'd Old women naturally to Witches turn'd And only rubbing one another burn'd The Beasts were bak'd skin turn'd to crust they say And fishes in the River boil'd away Birds in the air were roasted and not burn'd For as they fell down all the way they turn'd On a mighty Rain HEaven did not weep but in its swelling eye Whole seas of Rheum and moist Catarhs did lie Which so bespawl'd the lower world men see Corn blasted and the fruit of every Tree Air was condens'd to water 'gainst their wish And all their Fowl were turn'd to flying Fish Like Watermen they throng'd to ply a Fare And thought it had been navigable air Beasts lost their natural motion of each limb Forgot to go with practising to swim A Trout now here you would not think how soon Ta'ne ready drest forth ' Empress of the Moon The fixed Stars though to our eyes were missing We knew yet were by their continual hissing Women seem'd Maremaids sailing with the wind The greatest miracle was Fish behind But men are all kept short against their wish And could commit but the cold sin of Fish The blunt Lover MAdam I cannot court your sprightly eyes With a Base-Viol plac'd betwixt my thighs I cannot lisp nor to the Guittar sing And tire my brains with simple Sonnetting I am not fashion'd for these amorous times And cannot court you in lascivious Rhimes Nor can I whine in puling Elegies And at your feet lie begging from your eyes A gracious look I cannot dance nor caper Nor dally swear protest lie rant and vaper I cannot kiss your hand play with your hair And tell you that you only are most fair I cannot cross my arms nor cry Ay me Poor forlorn man All this is foppery Nor can I Masquerade as th' fashion 's now No no My heart to these can never bow But what I can do I shall tell you roundly Hark in your ear By Iove I 'le kiss you soundly On a Watch lost in a Tavern A Watch lost in a Tavern That 's a Crime Then see how men by drinking lose their time The Watch kept Time and if Time will away I see no reason why the Watch should stay You say the Key hung out and you forgot to lock it Time will not be kept pris'ner in a Pocket Henceforth if you will keep your Watch this do Pocket your Watch and watch your Pocket too A Song with the Latine to it WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vesper And the wild Forresters couch'd on the ground Venus invited me in the Evenings whisper Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd Where she before had sent her wishes complement Which to her hearts content plaid with me on the Green Never Mark Anthony dallied more wantonly With the fair Egyptian Queen The Latin CAntu Luscinia somnum â—rritat Salvi vagi sunt in Cubilibus Hoc me silentio Venus invitat Ad viridarium fragrantius Vbi promiserat qui mentem flexerat Gaudia temperat sic mihi solida O non dux Amasius lusit beatius Cum Regina Nilotica De Vino Venere DOte neither on Women nor on Wine For to thy hurt they both alike incline Venus thy strength and Bacchus with his sweet And pleasant Grape debilitates the feet Blind Love will blab what he in secret did In giddy Wine there 's nothing can be hid Seditious wars oft Cupid hath begun Raechus to arms makes men in fury run Venus unjust by horrid war lost Troy Bacchus by war the Lapiths did destroy When thou with both or either are possest Shame honesty and fear oft flies thy brest In fetters Venus keep in gyves Bacchus tye Lest by their
ere withstood Thou forcest me to write Come turne about Robbin hood 2. Her Cresses that were wrought Most like the goâ—den snâ—re My loving heart has caught As Mos did catch the Mare 3. Grant pitty else I dye Love so my heart bewitches With griefe I 'le howle and cry O how my elbow Itches 4. Teares overflow my sight With Floods of daily weeping That in the silent night I cannot rest for sleeping 5. What is 't I would not do To purchase one sweet smile Bid me to China go Faith I 'le sit still the while 6. But since that all reliefe And comfort doth forsake me I 'le kill my self with grief Nay then the Devil take me 7. Mark well my dolefull hap Iove Rector of the Thunder Send down a fiery clap And tear her smock asunder The Rhodomontade I Le tell you of a Lâ—â—t With â— Nâ—se live a Spout Which some câ—ll a sâ—out And was so siout That he had often sought Full many about With many ascâ—â—â— And at 'em would shâ—â—â— Then put 'um to 〈◊〉 Nay beat ' 〈…〉 Though in a greet 〈…〉 At men he would â—ront And at women 〈…〉 His sood still was 〈◊〉 Which bred him the gout He was a true trout To good Alc when he mout And did allways allow'â— This yoâ— must not doubt I 've heard him to vow 't As he went in and out And his Wife HIs Wise's name was Gracâ— And had a good Face Yet had but little grace Shee 'd kiss in any place Nay to gather a brace Which some say is base And some did her châ—câ— Into a pittifull case She lov'd Cloves and Mace Heâ— father car'd the Mace For the Mayor in a place She still wears lace And will keep on her pace When she 〈◊〉 a race For a very great space She fishes with a dace When she takes any place When she dances she 'l race She 'l not baâ—e you an ace Of the truth of this she says The Sonne Jack Their sons name was Jack Who was very black And got many a knack And seldome did lack Vnlesse Milk cal'd laâ— At Cardâ—s he would pack And was counted a quâ—eâ— Nay bin brought to the rack For siring a 〈◊〉 Of corn in a back Side like a mad back Made 's bones to crack Nay sometimes to cack Till they gavâ— him som sack Nay they hâ—ld him â—ack And did him thwacâ— And never did slack Till he went to wrack Yet with 's lips he would smack And 〈◊〉 is true of Jack The Daughter Nel. Their daughters nams Nel Who poor thing did dwell Full long in a Cell And there t was she fell That one rang her knell Being sallen into Hell The devills to quell And there I do smell That shâ— then did sell Her ware very well She made 'em to yell And likewise to swell So they writ on a Shâ—ll A very great Spell At long as an â—ll That she bore 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For abusing in hâ—ll She had no 〈◊〉 A'l this her self did tell And all dâ—ne by Nell A Song Come hang up your care and cast away sorrow Drink on hee 's a soâ— that e're thinks of tomorrow Good store of Terse-Claret sâ—upplyes every thing For a man that is drunk is as great as a King Let no one with Crosses or Losses repine But take a full dose of the juice of the Wine Diseases and troubles are nere to be found But in the damp place where the glass goes not round A SONG The Tune I 'le go no more to the New Exchange NEver will I wed a Girle that 's coy Nor one that is too free But she alone shall be my joy That keeps a mean to me For if too Coy then I must court For a kisse as well as any And if too free I fear o' th' Sport I then may have too many 2. Nelly a Girle was proud and coy But what good got she by it VVhen they 'd a mind to kisse and toy Then shee 'd be still unquiet For of the four or five she had They all have left her now Her impertinent tricks did make 'em madd And so t wou'd me or you 3. Nanny was a Lasse that was too free And amorous withall Shee 'd ne're with any disagree But ready at their call That some her freeness did impute Unto good nature in her Others have said without dispute Shee 'd prove a private sinner 4. Then for a Girle that 's not too free Or Coy but at my call Yet handsome I wou'd have her be And oblieging unto all That I may never say I have wed A Girle that 's starcht with Pride Or sool or ugly or ill bred I 'de rather want a Bride An Invitation to enjoyment 1. COme O come I brook no stay He doth not love that can delay See how the stealing night Hath blotted out the light And Tapers do supply the day 3. See the first ' Tapers almost gone Thy flame like that will strait be none And I as it expire Not able to hold fire She looseth time that lyes alone 4. O let us cherish then these powers Whilst we may yet call them ours Then we best spend our time When no dull zealous Chime But sprightful kisses strike the houres The Rurall Dance about the May-pole The Tune the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball in May 1671. 1. COme lasses and ladds Take leave of your Dadds And away to the May-pole hey For every he Has got him a she With a Minstrill standing by For Willy has gotten his Iill And Ionny has got his Ione To jigg it jigg it jigg it jigg it Jigg it up and down 2. Strike up sayes Wat Agreed sayes Kate And I prethee Fidler play Content sayes Hodge And so sayes Madge For this is a Holliday Then every man did put His Hat off to his Lasse And every Girle did curchy Curchy curchy on the Grasse 3. Begin sayes Hall I l says Mall Wee 'l lead up Packintons pound No no says Noll And so says Doll Wee 'l first have Scllengers round Then every man began to foot it round about And every Girle did jet it jet it jet it in and out 4. Y' are out says Dick 'T is a lye says Nick The Fidler playd it false 'T is true says Hugh And so says Sue And so says nimble Alice The Fidler then began to play the Tune agen And every Girle did trip it trip it trip it to the men Le ts kiss says Iane Content says Nan And so says every she How many says Batt Why three says Matt For that 's a maidens fee Buâ— they instead of three did give 'em halfe a score And they inkindnesse gave 'em gave 'em gave ' em as many more 6. Then after an hour They went to a bower And play'd for Ale and Cakes And kisses too Untill they were due The Lasses kept the stakes The Girles did then begin to quarrel with the men And bid 'em take their kisses back and give 'em their own