Though a Gyant in Parts And is better worth hanging then feeding Clounisme is dross and course flesh but rust is 'T is common though unclean to be both Clark and Justice 4. For why should we be Of the new Paritye 'Cause there are a few Of the Levelling Crew Who would have us all equal brothers Such turbulent Spirits May they have their Demerits Loose health wealth blood With their Countries good And be condemn'd fit To pay for their Witt And hang out o th' reach of all others Pesantry's base and who 's born to 't must wear it But Honour is the Merit of the Persons that bear it 5. Were I Prince for my part Let others go try for 't I 'de soberly Rule And smal ones befool Who squander their times out in Drinking I 'le not Intoxicate With Canaries my Pate The Scout I 'le assure ye And every Mercury With each book of News I will so far use To Furnish Discourse after Thinking All the Name I desire is a Person of honour And he is but a Fool that relies not upon her Mock SONG LXIX Full Forty times over c. 1. JUst twenty times over and twenty to that I musing have wondred what 't was you 'd be at Whilst you pine and look pale like your Liquor that 's flat For he 's a cold Drinker Who now becomes Thinker Since thus runs the play If you sit up all night you are Ready next Day 2. There 's a pipe lately Broacht which would not be shut With Legions of Bottles prepar'd for the Gut If you give but your minde to 't you 'l swallow a Butt Then stand not so dully But laver your Gully With Beer Bowle in fist If you charge it but Well you may hit whom you list 3. Some idle Companions when with them you sit Will talk and fly high as if th' had all the Wit When alas it appears th' have the Divel a bit Their bisket Jests after Th' are steept in their Laughter And pipes being broke With Tobacco once out they will vanish i th' Smoke 4. Some stately proud High Boyes do rant it and call As if they could Tipple the Divel and all But stand to them stiffly they 'le easily fall Then to 't never fear 'um Set Foot and come near 'um By Toping about Be their Heads ne're so empty they cannot hold it out 5. Some pu'nys whose Cheeks are with blushes or'e laid To fuddle a Gallon will not be affraid Put them to 't and but tell them They Drink like a Maid Then cry but have at it Box on them that hate it If e're they refuse To Water as thou doest or I let them chuse Mock SONG LXX 1. LOve is a Fable No man is able To say 't is this or 't is That And idle passion Of such a fashion 'T is like I cannot tell what B. 1. Love is a True thing It is no new thing To call 't by good name or bad A busi'd Action Of such a faction 'T is like to make a Man Mad. 2. Fair in the Cradle Fowle in the Sadle Alwayes too cold or too hot An arrant Lyer Fedd by desire It is and yet it is not B. 2. Fair in the Whittle Fowle in the Spittle Alwayes too moist or too dry A very Tell-troth Papp't up with Hell Broth One knows not wherefore nor why 3. Love is a Fellow Clad all in Yellow The Canker-worme of minde A privy mischif And such a sly Theif No man knows where him to find B. 3. Love is a Dam'sell Clad to the Hams well That wears a worm in the tayle A meer pick-pocket Yet when we smoke it To find it out we ne're faile 4. Love is a wonder 'T is here and 't is yonder 'T is common to all men we know A very chearer Evere one's better Then hange him and so let him go B. 4. Love is no wonder Over or under 'T is common as pissing a bed 'T will Cheat and Cozen Folke by the Dozen 'T is better to hang then be fed SONG LXXI A Mock 1. TO Love thee without flattery were a Sin Since thou art all Inconstancy within My heart is only govern'd by mine Eyes The newest object is the greatest prize Then Love me just as I Love thee Untill a fairer I can see B. 1. To Love thee and to Flatter were a Sin Since thou hast ever to me constant been My heart and eyes are govern'd by thy will The principle is shee I 'le stick to 't still Then Love me just and Love no more But just as I Lov'd thee before 2. My heart is now at liberty and can Know all that 's fair as you know all that 's man Then why should you so fondly think it strange Since that I know thine Appetite to change Then Love me just as I Love thee Untill a fairer I can see B. 2. My heart is only yours and can find By knowing thee all that is Woman kind Then why should you or any think it strang That I should like my choice too wel to Change But Love me just and Love no more Variety I do abhore 3. I hate this constant doteing on a Face Content ne're dwelt a week in any place Then why should you or I Love one another Longer then we can be content together Then Love me just as I Love thee Vntill a fairer I can see B. 3. I like a reall fondness every where Where true Love dwels content last all the year Then let us like and Love and live together Since if a part there 's no content in either Do thou Love me and thou shalt be The only fair and fairest she For Fruition In Answer to Sir John Suckling POx on those hearts that singly freeze with cold I Love two minds that one opinion hold Were I to bless the better sort of men I 'de wish them Loving to be Lov'd agen Love Cormorant-like on every pray doth fall And 's hunger starv'd where there is none at all 'T is the Grand confidence mighty hope Unsheath'd of fear with winter tears dry'd up That Love takes pleasure in That can be none That only dwels in Contemplation Like drowsie Dreams at midnight when all day Our Bodies have been weary'd some strange way Oh! how 't would irke me sure I madd should go Did I but hear my mistress twice say no! No thought our Expectation screw's so high But single Woman soon can satisfie And what low-spirit w'ont aspire to that Which may be purchas'd at so cheap a rate She 's honest that does yeild although Poor Fooll She be as hot as Summer warm as Wooll He that hath mist her has to say at last ' Ene pray who 's will if I must ever fast Then fairest Ladies use what nature gave Never denying what we ever Crave Confirming us that that 's not strange at all Our Fathers did we do and Children shall Another for Fruition In Answer to Sir John Suckling GO on Bold Boy and
colour'd Roses Cupids Posees Do denounce a second Warre Though ne'er so rare Thy Beauties are They shall not mine Affection win Let her I woe Be willing too And Love me I 'le Love Her again 2. Black Eyes are loathing Red Lips nothing Nor can busie Toying Doe 't Or fill the Measure Of Love's Pleasure Lest the give her mind unto 't â—et Her I Court Be mad o th' sport And Love and want on freedome show I hate a Maid That seems affraid And cares not where she Does or No. SONG VII 1. FAith do but say the Word and I am gone I can assoon forego Mine easie suit As thou wouldest have it so 'T is but a vain persuite And little fruit In Lovers Games when if the best be Wonne We come but Loosers off when all is done 2. Pox on'â— I 've Lov'd thee now this hour or two And shall I nothing get Still fast and Pray Then would w 'had never met Ne're blush but come away Love Lov 's no stay I Love 't is true but let me tell thee too I do not Love to make so much a do SONG VIII 1. MAdam Y' are not the first I 've Lov'd Nor shall you be the last T is ten to one but I have prov'd As fair perhaps as chast 2. And yet to tell the pains I 've lost Their humour still was such 'T is true a little time they 'd cost But faith it was not much 3. I ne're remember that I spent Above a month or so To Win a Girle with Complement And there 's the most a do 4. No! I have got the trick on 't now And troth I dare a verre I could do her as well as you And you assoon as her 5. Then pry'thee Love be coy no more Smooth off and be not rough Say but thou never didest before And then 't is well enough 6. None e're shall know what we have done I 'le pass my promise for 't Only be quick and let 's be gone And there 's and end o th' sport SONG IX 1. THe Suns of Beauty ne're had shone But to give light to more then one Or if to Love me were a Sin I 'me Damn'd to Love thee thus again But Love and thoughts are free Neither may they be enclos'd or confin'd To any special object but unto the Generall kind So after single dainties If our Appetite be good we may calâ— And so we do not surfet fit and tast and eat of all 2. Since thy bright eyes have such an art With every glance to win a Heart You wrong your Beauties your Loves If what you get you do not prove Your winnings thus are losses And your Forces but in vain you employ If when you gain a conquest you do not the same enjoy And no Commander ever When the Rebell foes were slaine or did yeild But to reward the Souldiers gave the plunder of the field 3. Love is no Pidler at his Meat The more he feasts the more he 'l eat Then spend not all that Beauty's store On one might serve a thousand more While thy Virgin springs are running What matter who comes there or who first With your cooling Waters doth allay his eager thirst Then Dearest since thou Lov'st me Let us reap the fruits of Love and enjoy 'T is treason to our Natures for to Love and to be Coy SONG X. 1. SInce 't is the pleasure of thine Eyes To Kill me with Love's Tyâ—annize Faith use me kindly let me dye The fairest death Thy smiling Eye Shall give the Wound and all true Lovers shall Triumph at such a blessed Funeral 2. And yet alas who 'd think that she Should sin so high to Murther me But Heaven will quit her and disguise The Fact with name of sacrifice This onely of the gods I will implore That dead I may but Love her as before SONG XI 1. ANd pry'thee why Florella doest thou move My forward Heart not to proceed in Love Alas it cannot be My Love to thee Divinest she Burnes with a fire Cannot breath highe Nor shall expire For should I once this high blown flame let fal My warned Heart Being taught the Smart Would learn the Art Never to love at all 2. Perhaps 't was pitty mov'd thee to Complain And thou might think so to redress my pain But oh good faith not I I 'le never try That Remedy But will Endure Love's Calenture And not thy Cure For know my Love soars with so high a wing 'T is pride in me Rather to be A slave to thee Then be Another's King 3. Then chide not dearest Fair my passions heat Souldiers in Love must never make retreat What though the fates decree Thou must not be A mate for me And Love conspire To cheat desire With Single fire Yet let me burn and dye that I may see What Joyes they prove i th' Elyzian Grove That Over-love And dye for such as thee SONG XII 1. STay smal Sinner Cease thy suite If thy fair Words cannot win her Thou wilt never bring her to 't 'T is not all thy wiles can Doe 't Lest of her own Accord she 'l Loving be Faith let her go she 's not a Wench for thee 2. E'ne let her go There are more That now perhaps would gladly doe Thou may'st chuse of half a score Whilst confin'd in midst of store 'T is meerly Dotage and will Madness prove Pox Where she cannot like she will not love SONG XIII 1. PRoud Venus now at last resigne Thy long usurped Place And seat Florilla on that shrine Who claimes the chiefer grace Whilst quicken'd with the hallowed fire Of chaste desire All toward thine Altar move And each man dies A Sacrifice To thee the Queen of Love 2. Venus alas poor silly Queen One god of love brought forth Which ne're could see nor e're was seen Yet much extoll'd her Worth But thousand real Cupids lye In my Faire's Eye And ayme at every Heart Whose Hairs do grow To string your Bow And every Beame's a Dart. 3. Apelles once to pourtract out That Dame did for her sake Go ransack half the world throughout And plunder'd features take But my sweet love is more Divine Each graceful Line Her nobler Parts do bear And should you seek Upon her Cheek There 's ne're a Mole grows there 4. Yet Mother Venus with your Son If you can One thing do You shall again ascend the Throne And I will homage you Go whip your Boy and let him try His Archery If my Dear wounded prove You shall redeem Your self the Queen And Him the god of Love SONG XIV 1. IDle Sinner Sigh no more And I 'le informe thee Of an Easier way to win her Then thou try'dst before Sullen Beauty Must not move Thee in a whining Over weening piece of Duty To express thy Love But if E're thou mean to have her At thy fancies suit Presume upon her favour Kiss and put her to 't And trust me that will Doe 't Or else
No Sword or Shield Us'd in that Field Where all must yeild Or Dye for Love whether they will or no. SONG XXX 1. FAir sinner cloud thine Eyes And shade those hills of Snow Such proud and open Enemies A world may over-throw Those Eyes of thine though ne're so Fair But Engins are To work the Gazers smart And in thy Breasts that sacred Land My wandring Hand Could never find thy Heart 2. Sweet Lips forbear no more I Court not for a Kiss Nay pry'thee little Fool give o're I Love thee not for this No though my busie hand the while i th' Fortunate I'sle Of pleasure franchiz'd be Pox on 't or let my fancy have The thing I crave Or tak 't who 's will for me SONG XXXI 1. MElina dew'd the Roses of her Face With liquild Pearl distlling from her Eye Which gave such Orient lustre to the place As doth the milkie path in starry Skie But when her Eye-lids let their Suns arise She made her sorrows smile then sigh't alas And often doubled in her mournful Cryes Fidelio Dear Fidelio 't is for thee Melina Dyes 2. Who now my joy is budled up in dust Shall chide the follies of the nicer dames Would he but have them yeild they must they must T was he gave love and Beauty all their flames His Hand did whisper Love his fluent Eyes Spake such fine Amours and so void of lust That now He 's gone all ocher I despise Fidelio c. 3. Now may I sigh and count the times are past Suming up every pleasure with a Tear Which could they have a date that would but last None e're had been so happy as we were But Envious death untimely did surprize That sweet which if a goddess had imbrac'â— Sh 'ad drown'd the world with Tears at 's obsequies Fidelio Dear c. 4. Was there a dearth in the Elysian shade Of those rare Souls that Courteous are and True Or were their Ways of Love so Common made That they must snatch thee hence to learn them new 'T was so but sure his spirit sullen lyes Till I come thither when with triumph clad We 'le Teach the gods Loves holier mysteries Till then I sigh Fidelio c. 5. Break Heart to let my Soul ascend And inquisition make i th' Aire 'Mongst all the spirits there attend To cull out that 's most white and Fair What was our Glory now their Pride And that 's mine own mine only friend There is no heaven without him so she cry'd Fidelio dear Fidelio sigh 't her last dy'd SONG XXXII 1. I Came and Lockt and Lik'd and Lov'd And frolickt in her Eye While fair Florilla well approv'd The harmeless courtesie When though my hopes were drown'd Love blaz'd And set on fire my heart While I still gaz'd On that which caus'd my smart Nor could my Tongue declare the wronge Whereby I sadly know No pains above The griefs they prove Who fall in Love And dare not say they do 2. What Priviledge takes the nicer she To me the thing 's all one Whether of softer Wax she be Or of the Parian stone The sport 's the same then tell me why Fancy should be so rude For to deny What iâ— perhaps as good From her that lends And freely spends What Nature to her sent As from that Dame That counts it shame To play the game Which lost she may repent SONG XXXIII King Charles I. in Prison 1. A Dieu fair Love Adieu And yet farewell I never yet could tell How much I honour You Nor You ne're knew But yet Adieu A fairer Aime invites me now To rescue Majesty From Treachery Though well You know I 'de ever do As much for You Then pry'thee let me go The sanguine sword a happy triumph brings Avenging Ladies wrongs but more a Kings One Kiss and then I 'me gone Farewell Dear Heart Yet though I now depart When once the feild is won The War being done And Charles at home When we may freely sit and tell The harmless injuries Of Cupid's Tyrannies VVhat present Hell The absent feel VVhen all is well And w'have no foes to quell But Cavaleers secur'd from low'd Alarmes â—'le come and Quarter in thy peaceful Armes SONG XXXIV 1. WHen first I drove a Trade of Love Learnt before half my time was out I thought if once I could remove The sad Engagements thereabout The Hopes Despaires and Jealousies By some nick-nam'd Love's Tyrannies â— soon might ease my miseries 2. Then strictly I besieg'd a Face which I had summond long go And had design to storme the place Or to surprize the Female foe Prepar'd Granado'd Oaths to do 't Hayl shot of Vowes and Prayers to boot But see how soon the Fool came to 't 3. Without a parley to Compound Herself and all she did up yeild I raz'd the fortress to the Ground And became master of the Field Fell to the spoil purchas'd the Best Of all the Jewels there possest Restoring some reserv'd the Rest. 4. When I had done what I could do And once Love's fiery Try all o're I Tam'd my self i th' conquest too Repented what was done before Thus thought I when I this did see If in Love's Triumphs no more pleasure be I 'le still Beseige take in who 's well for me SONG XXXV 1. LOw as my fair Florilla's feet I lye Rap't in an Extasie Till I am doom'd either to live or dye But oh her curtain'd Eye she does display Whose every single Ray Makes me a lasting everlasting day 2. Quicken'd by that enlivening Beam I move As when Antaeus strove From th' Earth she treads more vigorus I prove Although her Look such virtual heat had thrown As might excuse the Sun From 's Clubb to th' Act of Generation 3. Toucht Kiss'd my dearest fair then stood good Resolved all to Blood That Passion might have made it's action â—ut Over loving turn'd to sin for I seem'd as design'd thereby â—eerly for to Encrease and Multiply 4. â—ill from her Front Beaut'ys Majestique throne Fell something like a Frown â—Vhich bold desire hath checkt and over-thrown Hence I like one inspir'd from aboue VVill spight of Cupid prove Venus the Queen Florilla Queen of Love SONG XXXVI 1. OH stifle not longer mine Eager desire VVhich in it's own flames Phaenix like would expire And closer then cockles when we shal entwine My dearest I 'le breath out my Soul into thine 2. Thy beauty shall nourish as well as delight Our sences to feast and a longing invite VVhilest thou in our dallyâ—nce persumest the Aire VVith thy Breath that 's as sweet as thy Beauties are fair 3. Thy hand at whose touch I do melt into blâ—od Shall busily range in an amorous mood Till at length being entranc'd by Lov 's mystical charms Thou boldly resign'st thy self into mine Armes 4. Where having given over thy sâ—lf for a while That I may discover thy forâ—unat Isle Whil'st in Admiration my Passions are hurld In Embrasing of thee I do
Compass the world 5. Nor sweetest be pearl not thy Diamond-eyes For the Treasure th' ast lost in becoming my prize Since Helena she as Immortal shall be In the Records of Fame as dull Penelope 6. Nor do thou Florilla as Lucrece hath done Lay hands on thy self cause thy Tarquin is gone For when with rich Wines I have heighten'd my Vein Full fraught I 'le return to my dearest again And Lucrece ne're dy'd for her being a Whore But for thought she should see her young Gallant no more SONG XXXVII 1. AWay you Fool will thou Love less Now thou know'st I Love more And tax me with unfaithfulness 'Cause I was sure before Love like all other goods diffus'd is best Nor can One claim an interest But others may as much at least I Lov'd her Love you and will Love the reâ—â— 2. The next that hath my Fancy Woâ—ne I 'le serve as I serv'd you Why shouldst thou grudg anothers boon I 'de give the Devil his due What though thy Body pleasure find Wilt thou therefore ingross my minde When Heaven surely ne're assign'd Man to one Woman but to Woman kinâ— 3. Who marry do live single and who have A Vnion made of two Do of that Nature make a slave That never made them so Variety as some do hold The gods delight in and of old Women that were for Saints inroll'd Coupled at will and shall Man be controul SONG XXXVIII 1. YOu that can dye some thirteen times a day At every paltry Ladies Frown Deny your selves when she sayes Nay And be more hers then Y' are your Own I will informe you of a way More safe although less common known Shal bring the work about for half a Crown 2. Wouldst have a colour'd Beauty dy'd in grain In-laid with Art's and Nature's store Fresh as a Summers Evening Rain Soft as the Down that Leda bore Thy wish unwoo'd thou shalt obtain What matter though she be a Whore Shee 'l do thy do as well what wouldst thou more 3. Try this and Trust me for a Trick of Love There comes no Woe where Women Woe Here presently Y' are Hand and Glove She 's handsome that will handsome Do. Will not this more then Coyness move The nicest is but Woman too Perhaps unchast or faith I 'de make her so 4. Then who would lacquey at a woman's will Dogging her close Kyb'd to her heeles yet jealous still as she went prou'd His services are dis-allow'd Vexing his thoughts her 's to fullfil With Heart e'ne broke Knees ever bowâ— To one that cannot shine but through â— Cloud 5. 'T is solly to besiege an intrencht Dame Wood stockt with Honour Conscience Fear When thousands render up the same On easier terms thou seekst for there The thing 's all one but for the Name Then which is best a Prize bought Dear Or what is freely purchas'd every where SONG XXXIX 1. WHy such a Doe To Winne thee What 's in thee Should tempt me to woe Or quarrel for a Kiss I could have store Of Creatures Whose Features Are far thine before Would Covet such a Bliss Then take it kindly With a full Consent And I 'le use the friendly To thy best Content Hands off give thy mind to 't And then thou shalt see If thou but encline to 't How pleasant t will be 2. Throw of thy Gown Vn-lace thee Embrace me And close lay thee down And let me Doe my Doe Put out the Light I 'le dandle And handle Thy Mint of Delight And will new mould thee too Lull'd then in pleasure And thy wanton Bed I 'le unfold the Treasure Of thy Maiden-head Come to 't do not dally But let us agree Ne're stand shall I shall I But at it let 's be SONG XL. The Second Part. 1. NAy pish go to Ne're proffer This offer Why what i st you 'd do Don't you believe that Sweet now forbear Nay pry'thee They 'le see thee They can't chuse but hear Say what would you be at Oh Sir you mistake me I am no such one As you seem to make me Pray let me alone I promise you truely Had I known before Y 'had been so unruly I 'de kept fast the Doore 2. You 're such a Man S' unluckie Nay look ye Do all that I can I see you 'l have your way Take off your Hands Nay hear me Forbear me The Dore open stands What will my Mother say Thou seest how I Love thee And why I am Wone No ne're yet could move me To what thou hast Done Delayes they are lothing Then quickly have done And pry'thee say nothing But let us be gone SONG XLI 1. WHen Love Beauty doth combine To prove a conquest and conjoyn Their Powers in One They seldome yield Or quit the Field Untill their forces do Make Rebells stand To their Command And bend to such as you 2. Thy comely Ayres and hidden Grace Besides the Magick of thy face With cunning and Inchanting Arts Can charm all Hearts Into that Round of Love Which Circle is Of all the Blisse Wherein true joyes do move SONG XLII By Sir A.G. Mockt by the Author G. 1. POx take you Mristress I 'le begon I have Friends to wayt upon Think you I 'le my self confine To your Humors Lady mine No your lowring seems to say T is a rayny Drinking day To the Tavern I 'le away B. 1. Pox take this Drinking what 's to pay I have Lasses for me stay Think you I 'le my self besot To the Quar't or Pottle-pot No They only heighten one For this after Action To the Whors-house I 'le begon G. 2. There have I a mristress got Cloysterd in a Pottle pot Briâ—k and sparkling as thine Eye When those riches glances flie â—lump and bounding soft and fair Buxom blith and debonaire And she 's called Sack my Dear B. 2. There a mistress won have I Cloyster'd in no Nunnery Neat and brisk as Spanish Wine Or the Juyce in Carnadine Plump and Gallant and hath store To suffice me o're and O're And she's Caelia cal'd my Whoâ—e G. 3. Sack is my better mistress far Sack 's mine only Beauty-stare Whose Divine and sprightful rayes Twinckle in each Nose and Face Should I all her Beauties show Thou thy self wouldst Love-sick grow And she 'd prove thy mistress too B. 3. She is my holy whole delight Whose Beauty stars make day of night Whose lovely Aires and comely Grace Ne're adorn'd Anothers Face Did they all thy features see Drinkers would my Rivals be And be Top't with none but thee G. 4. She with no â—art scorn will blast me Yet upon the Bed she 'l cast me And ne're blush her self to red Nor fear the loss of Mayden-head Yet she can I dare to say Spirits into me convey More then thou canst take away B. 4. What thought she scorn or sometimes frown On the Bed I 'le lay her down Where she blushes not like one That 's asham'd of what sh' as done Yet I gain I dare to
Abodes Hee 'l say that Kings dwell there but here the Gods On Bold-Hall in Lancashire the Antient Seat of our Family now too like to become Extinct THat Hall from Bold did take it's Name And Bold his Name again from Hall Hath told us long from whence we Came But Lord knows whither 't is we shall To Sir W. L. Of the Parliament at Oxon Kal. Jan. THou man of Worth as free as Ayre to Friends Advancing Publique not your Private Ends. Your Countryes Wealth whose loud desert doth call To bring for New-years gifts our hearts All For now the duller sence hath understood Though God makes years new yet you make them good I therefore to yâ—ur crowded Altar bring My little Self and all an Offering But All this All is nothing yet although In power I ebb in will I 'le over-flow When if so mean a Present may suffice You have the offerers heart your sacrifice And so you have my New years gift but you Must give me leave â—o give one prayer too Live blest i th' lower house till mighty Jove Shall make you Peere i th' upper house above Satyr on the Adulterate Coyn Inscribed â—he Common-Wealth c. THat Common-wealth which was our Common-woe Did Stamp for Currant That which must not Goe Yet it was well to Pass till Heaven thought meet To shew both This That were Counterfeit Our Crosses were their Coyn Their God our Hell Till Saviour Charles became Emanuel But now the Devil take their God! Avaunt Thou molten Image of the Covenant Thou lewd Impostor State 's and Traffique's Sin A Brazen Bulk fac'd with a Silver Skin Badge of Their Saints-Pretences without doubt A Wolfe within and Innocence without Like to Their Masqu'd Designs Rebellion Film'd with the Tinsell of Religion Metall on Metall here we may disclose Like Sear-cloth stript from Cromwell's Copper Nose Thou Bastard Relique of the Trayterous crew A mere Invent to give the Devil 's Due Or as a Learned Modern Author saith In their own Coyn to pay the Publique Faith Heavens I thank you that in mine extrem I never lov'd their Money more than Them Curs'd be those Wights whose Godliness was Gain Spoyling Gods Image in Their Soveraign They made our Angels evil and 't is known Their Cross and Harpe were Scandal to the CROWN Had 'mongst the Jews Their Thirty Pence been us'd When Judas truckt for 's Lord 't had been refus'd Worse than that Coyn which our Boyes Fibbs do call A Scotish Twenty-pence is worth them All To their eternal shame be 't brought toth ' Mint Cast into Medals their Names stampt in 't That Charon when they come for Waftage Ore May doubt his Fare and make them wait on shore For if Repentance ransome any thence Know Charles his Coyn must pay their Peter-Pence Prima peregrinos obscaena Pecunia mores Intulit Juv. To the Lady F. C. FAir Beauteous-Eys why do you longer give My hopes that life to tell me that I live Since if Dear Fair You with a smiling eye Do throw a Dart thousands would gladly dye So wisht a Death and in the pleasing fire Of those blest flames give up their Souls t' Expire But when a frown shall cloud those shining Eyes Which yet consume their Martyr'd Sacrifice And châ—ck a lively-hope with dead despair Making a careful life a lively Care When this effect your mystick Beauties prove To make Love Conquer and yet conquer love Eyes tell me not I live since you bequeath At best a dying-life or living death Sweet lips forbear no more a treacherous kiss Shall never tempt my credulous heat to wish Those sugred baits betraying Souls to smart With flattering smiles to slay a lovers heart Though this you thought too mild a death would prove To kill a Servant with a Dart of Love And found a nearer way to Antedate My latter day with a disdainful Fate Causing those lips which made me for to know You lov'd me once now to procure my woe And to be once depos'd from love is more A death to lovers then was life before Lips say not then I live since that your breath Can speak my doom or kisses melt to Death On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of AURANGE HAyle Graceful Mary summon'd up to be A Member Saint i th' heavenly Hierarchy For since your Virgin Name-sake's peer'd with You Our Ave-Maryes must be doubl'd too What Zeal of Glory did your highness move To rob low-countries to enrich th' Above Or was it in a Complement you fell To leave Henrietta ' thou a Paralel Was 't not enough that Gloucesters shining Star Shrunk the Pair-Royal to a Royal Pair And as Embassador to fit your State Prepar'd the wayes knowing the Path was Strait But must Oh Times more Royal Blood be Spilt To make attonement for the Subjects Guilt Thus the Lamb suffers while the Fox still thrives Heaven's Kingdome 's near 't is time t' amend our lives Curst be that Bane of Greatness a Disease That scandals Galen and Hippocrates So loathsome too the Soul would hardly own The Body at the Resurrection Here let our souls flow from our eyes in Tears Like those whose hopes are stifled by their fears Another Branch lopt from the Royal Tree And shall the Shrubs remain secure free Oh! if our Earthly gods like men must lye How like the Beasts that perish shall Vassals dye 'T is for the Nation sins a Punishment On Princes falls they 'd live if wee 'd Repent All things immortal in this Lady are But meer mortality and that lyes here Whose goodness needs no gloss to set it off Say but 't was Charles his Daughter that 's enough Oh! may her son like her live to Inherit The Mothers Virtue and the Fathers Spirit When heaven will bless it 's blessing with that good Which cannot be express'd less understood The Ages Joy and Grief Envy and Pride You could not think her Mortal 'till she dy'd The wonder of her sex lesse great than good Honouring her Name Enoâ—led by her Blood But Cease to Mourn A Princess never dyes But only as the sun does set to rise In brief be this inscrib'd upon her Tombe Here lyes the Miracle of Christendome O he Jam satis est O he Libelle Mar. Dirus Exclamat Charon Quò pergis Audax Sen. Expect the second Part. A Catalogue of some Books Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in Ivie-lane THe New Common Prayer with choice Cuts in Copper newly engraven suited to all the Feasts and Fasts of the Church of England throughout the Year in a Pocket Volume Doctor Spark's Devotions on all the Festivals of the Year The Alliance of Divine Offices exhibiting all the Liturgies of England since the Reformation by Hamon L'estrange Esq in fol. Justice Revived or the whole Office of a Country Justice in 8. The Exact Constable with his Originals and Power in the Offices of Church-wardens Overseers of the Poor Surveyours Treasurers and other Officers as they are now established by the Laws and Statutes of the Land both by Edw. Wingate Esq Brown's â—epulchral Vrns and Garden of Cyrus in 8. Two Essayes of Love and Marriage 12. Choyce Poems Floddan Field in nine Fitts c. Mr. Richard Brome his Royal Exchange The Jovial Crew English More Love sick Conceit New Exchange Covent Garden Weeded Queen and Concubine All the songs on the Long Parliament and Rump from 1640. to 1660. Songs and other Poems by A. Brome Gent. Mr. Boy 's Translation on the sixth Book of Virgil. Aeneas his Voyage from Troy to Italy an Assay upon the third Book of Virgil in 8. The Pourtraicture of his sacred Majesty King Charles the second from his birth 1630. till this present year 1661. being the whole story of his escape at Worcester his Travels and Troubles Chisul's Danger of being almost a Christian in 12. Choyce Occasional Sermons Mr. Grenfield's Sermon in behalf of the Loyal party Mr. Stone 's Sermon at St. Pauls Octob. 20 1661 against Rebellion Mr. Walwin's Sermon on the happy Return of King Charles the second Eight Choice Sermons preached by Bishop Usher in Oxford in the time of War in 4. A Treatise of Moderation by Mr. Gaule in 8. St. Boneventure's Solioquies in 4. All Mr. L'Estrange's Pieces against Mr. Bagshaw and the Presbyterians Speeds Husbandry in 8. The glories and Magnificent Triumphs of the Restitution of King Charles the Second shewing his Entertainment in Holland and his passage through London and the Countrey comprising all the Honours done to and conferr'd by him By James Heath formerly Student of Ch. Ch. in Oxon. The Covenant discharged by J. Russel in 4. The compleat art of Water-drawing in 4. The Harmony of the World in 8. in 3 parts The Temple of Wisdom useful for all persons being a Magical Discourse in 8. both by John Heyden Esq Jews in America by Mr. Thorogood in 4. Blood for Blood in 35. Tragical stories the five last being the sad product of our late Rebellion in 8. A Discourse of all the Imperfections of Women in 8. Mr. Morton's Rule of Life in 8. 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Tope a Glass of Claret Love and hug thy friend Forâ— Mistreâ—s care not for it Till thou seest it mend If never there 's an End SONG XV. 1. RAre Creature Since thy Graces have The power to Kill and Art to Save Sweet let thy Beauties make my Heart A Patient to your Mystick Art Thine Instruments I will Endure Since that which makes the wound can Cure 2. Come let thy locks whose every Hair A willing Lover doth ensnare Fetter my Soul in those soft Chaines Where Beauty link't with Love remains And keep me bound that I may be Thy Prisoner yet at Liberty 3. Thy sprightful Eyes whose every Dart Hath force to Kill or Save a Heart If they shoot frowns on me my fair I can but languish in despair Second them with a smile 't will move A faith in me 't was but in Love 4. Or shouldst thou suffer me to sip The flowing Nectar from thy Lip Whose soveraign drops deriv'd from thence Can quicken both the Soul and sense That bliss would soon revive again Him whom before thine Fyes had slain 5. Thy Curious Breasts those pretty things Whiter then Down of Cupids wings If through thy Winter Heart they be Frozen â—o joy chaines for me Let â—ove but Touch them you shall see Those fetters melt while I am free 6. Or might I lull'd by love's sweet charmes Lodge within thy folded Armes Where I might find and tast and prove The Joyes the sweets the sports of Love Lockt in those bands I there should be Proud of my sweet captivity 7. Then Dearest since 't is Cupids will That you shoâ—ld heal with what you kill Say how canst thou cure my smart That hast robb'd me of my heart This is the best way I can tell Give thine in Change and all is well SONG XVI 1. BE not Distrustful Precious love Of my true Zeal and Constancy Nor think another Saint can move My setled faith from thine Idolatry 2. â—overaign of Souls do not repay Protested Love with Jealousie To thee mine Oraisons I pay And am become Love's constant Vâ—tary 3. â—hile Cupid and his Priests attend At this same holy Exercise And to your Glorious beauties send My Heart a Flaming sacrifice SONG XVII 1. I Had a Love a month a go I Woo'd as I were madd And to say truth as handsome too As you would wish t' have had But how it comes about I cannot tell I 've e'ne forgot the face And know not well Where was the Place Her Beauty or her Grace Did ever dwell 2. And yet I 've had a scurvy kind Of fancy to this Love Which some Girles call a constant mind And say I faithful prove Sure I 'me too hot to hold Yet when I spye A high and stately brow Whose Majesty Commands us bow To Homage Oh! ev'n now Me thinks I 'de Dye 3. But out upon 't I 've found the cause And know the reason why I can't obey femal Laws Nor quit my Liberty â—here Honour keeps the Gate And does deny To such as me or you The Courtesie To come and go And t'other Knickknack too Farewell say I SONG XVIII 1. FAir give me leave to Love Or Love to Leave â—he suit my gentle hopes promove Your wilder scornes deceive I swear by those bright Eyes Love's Heavenly Mysteries And by those Downes of Snow I 'me still Resolv'd to Love What shall I do Shall not my Prayers your pitty move To Love me too Or must thine Eyes Still exercise Their Tyranise And I sad I neglected go 2. They must they must I would Not have her Love Upon such terms now though she could My high Desires approve T is more then happiness To have the fair success To Love and only so I hate a mutual heat It spoiles the sport And so disrellishes the feat We care not for 't If my desire Can but aspire Her to Admire I care not wher'e she 'le Love or noe SONG XIX 1. WEll go thy wayes If e're I Love agen As I have Lov'd before To Woe a Yoke of Dayes Yet ne're know what nor when I 'le give thee leave to hate me then And never Love no more 2. I could make shift To sit an hour and sport But not t' encrease that score Or sigh at a dead lift But if I longer Court Then I shall see good reason for 't Faith never trust me more Yet still be nice Usurpe the power thou hast Deny as heretofore Vpho'd thy former price Th' art Dear because th' art chaste For should'st thou now prove cheap at last I 'de never Love thee more SONG XX 1. COme come away No Delay To our wished delight Sweet quickly hast unto thy greedy Lover Throw throw aside What may hide The inquisitive sight I 'le be the only Veile that shall thee Cover And We Will both agree And thou shalt see How we the time abuse To trifle it away with empty wishes Fond Dreams Are Childish theams Wherein the creams o th' sport we alwayes loose And do Neglect the sweeter after blisses 2. Come do not Frown Lay thee down 'T is a thing must be done Take off thy hand-good faith t is wondrous pretty Oh! what a coyle And a spoyle E're this Fort could be Wonne Nay though thou cry or bleed I dare not pitty And now I 'le shew thee how Thy Dad did Do And score up wealthy Sums Of Kisses on thy Lips to heighten pleasure Again I can't refrain I fear no pain Oh! now it comes it comes 'T is all thine own thou shalt have standing measure SONG XXI 1. WHy Fair one doest thou ask of me The Cause I burn in Love for thee From fire we know the Flames arise So if thine Eyes Can kindle with your beam The flames possest Within my Breast Sweet ask not me but them 2. Unriddle all the Mysteries The secret Arts and Trecheries Which practised are i th' Paphian Cell And when you tell Me what your cause may be I then may show Some reason too Why 't is I burn for thee 3. Unteach thy Lips unlearn thine Eyes Their fair Deluding Sorceries And if thy Beauties this can do And blind me too My living flame soon dyes If not my Fire Can ne're Expire Whil'st Nature lends us Eyes SONG XXII On the first sight of the Lady M.W. in St. Maries Church Oxon. 1. POx take this learning burn these books There 's a Ladies powerful looks Draw my Thoughts to fix upon Her Divine perfection Whose bright Eyes do guild the day Whilest enlighten'd by your Ray Love can flie no other way 2. When from the Temple 's sacred shâ—ine She did glance her Eyes on mine Cupid there did light his Dart To enflame my Tender heart Pulpit Thunder could not move Eyes or thoughts resolved to prove No Religion sweet but Love 3. While my senses here do Jarre Love contrives a double Warre Through mine Eyes he throwes his Dart Through mine Ears assaults my Heart So this Angel charm'd mine Eare With her Singing that
I swear Those above might rival her 4. But alas Those Suns are gone And that Heavenly musiâ—k done Yet return those murthering Eyes To behold your Sacrifice Nor think I thou joy'st to see Love sick-Souls should die for thee But to Sweeten death for me 5. Or if that Lady in whose Breast My fled Heart is lodg'd a Guest Will Exchange but Oh! I fear Her 's is stray'd some other where I may Live if not I dye Martyr to her Diety To encrease her Victory 6. Her a brown Hair a snare might prove To entangle captive Jove In the Circles of her Eye Cupids fetter'd Rebels lye Would'st thou know who thâ—s might be That hath stolne my Heart from me These few marks will say t is she SONG XXIII 1. FAith tell me Chloris pry'thee do I 'le do as much for thee Why when I would thou still say'st No Thou wilt and yet thou wilt not too Thou Lov'st the sport I 'me sure if thou 'lt be Forward as I th' art like t' have none for me 2. Consider 't little Fool be wise I know the subtilty That which you now so highly prize When out o th' humour I dispise 'T is meerly dulness and vain foppery If th' ast a mind to 't speak or faith not I. 3. And why not this at first as last I knew thy mind was to 't No reason still to pray and fast Pin'd Love must feast when that is past Come Come be wiser 'gainst another suit And ne're make many words but pry'thee Doe 't SONG XXIV 1. COme Kiss me sweet let 's banquet on delight And teach Love how to surfet Kiss agen You must spend free to sate his Appetite Nay be no niggard what is nine or ten Love soon digests these should you thousands score And only whets his stomach still for more 2. I 'le tast those Apples in thine Autumn cheek The cherries of thy Lips suffice not me Those are not single Dainties Love doth seek I mean to ravish all the sweets of thee The Tast to other sences can't dispence I must have sweets for every sweet of sence 3. I 'le Touâ—h those downy hills where Love with 's Bow Lyes in the vally on a bed of spice O're which my busie band shall wandring go And search out Cupit lurkt in 's Paradice Thence to thy â—ower of Hony suckles where Venus shall Court my stay to bath with Her 4. Then shall I smel sent from those Lips of thine A scent more sweet then sally'd from the Trees Of Balme in Eden kindlier breath'd on mine Then winds which whistle Phaenix Exequies Or Frankincense for Jove that 's gently sweat From all your Beauties through a virtual heat 5. Now will I hear by thine harmonious voice Such moving accents as might teach the Sphears A choicer Musick and whose powerful noice Perforce acts Raps on Hearts and Charms all Ears Which when 't hath turn'd us stones it then can do As Orpheus did and make us Dancers too 6. Then will I fix mine Eyes on thee my dear And nayle them to thy Beauties let thine Eye Dart all the shafts of Cupid I 'le not fear But stand thy mark 't were happy so to Dye Whereon could I but gaze my death to see I 'de be Enamored of Mortality 7. But say Dear Heart can Love be sated so 'T is true the sences thus are singly pleasâ—d But to feast him alas 't will nothing do A greedy Lovers hunger ne're is eas'd Since then for all sweets Love at once dotâ— call Give me not these alone but give me all SONG XXV 1. AWay Chloris give o're Insult on me no more But let thine Fye Now bid a Kingdome dye And in their funeral flames thy powers adore And when Thou canst not find A nobler mind Then mine Love's deaths to prove Let pitty move Thee to retire And quench desire With mutual flames to Crown my Loâ—e 2. Alas no Triumph lies In taking single prize Thine Honour 's staind Though th' ast the Baggage gain'd And let'st an Army scape thy victories To thee The thing 's the same An Host t' have tane As me Thine only Slave When thou canst have Artillery â—n either Eye Enough to make the World a Grave SONG XXVI 1. T Is since thine Eyès Did mine surprize Time vainly lent And idly spent groce of houres and more And now grown kind Thou hop'st to find My giddy mind Enclin'd As 't was before 'T is true thy Beauties once did take And for their sake I could have Lov'd thee too But e'ne Adiew Give me the new For such as you I 'me not i th' humour now 2. Had'st thou been wise And not so nice The rich Treasures Of Lov 's pleasures Thou mightst have call'd thine Own But now th' ast lost What thou lov'd'st most And Faâ—e as just Hath crost Thy poor design For hadst thou ta'ne me in the Nick For praise or prick None could have done like me But falne from that As thou know'st what I would be at I've nought to do with thee SONG XXVII 1. KNow dearest beauty those your Eyes Whose beams you so like lightning dart Have found a passage to my heart Which flaming at Loves Altar lies And if not quencht with pitty dyes 2. I Burne yet you hard Heart restraine The Remedy should coole my heat Oh do not thus my passion cheat Starve with a Frown or heal my pain Or grant me Love or force disdain 3. Torment not thus insultingly A martyr'd and a kneeling Soul Whose fault you may with love controul Through your preserving murthering Fye Although it let me live I dye 4. Yet see Lov 's deeper Mystery For though these beams do scorch my heart I glory in the pleasing smart And in the flames of your bright Eye Dying to Live I 'de living Dye SONG XXVIII 1. TUsh Love or say thou wilt not I 'me content 'T is but an hour idley spent And e'ne that 's all Whatever Chance befall Mine Eager Love Admits no lingring stay Nor will I vainly Talke the Time away Tell me thou canst not Love and I 'le be gonâ— I 've other Mistresses to wait upon 2. Give me the Buxom lass whose Warmer spright Likes and Loves at the first sight My mind requires The Freedom of desires Like busie Bees That Court the youthful Field And ravish all The sweets the Virgins yield So Giddy Love sooth'd in his Wanton plaâ— Takes here and there a Touch but thâ— awâ—â— SONG XXIX 1. I 've seen thy Face and now can swear Nature hath puzled Art For Tongue nor Pen can ne're declare How sweet how Fair thou art Whose high Divinity And awful Majesty All Gazers so enthral That the Wild fire Of my desire Dares not aspire To flame to Love unless thou say'st It shall 2. How forcing are those Looks of thine How Charming are thine Eyes A thousand hearts kneel at thy shrine A ready sacrifice Each one painting with pain And longing to be slain By a smile from thy Brow
Shall have all the rest in his Cod-peice SONG LVI A Round 1. A Pox on those Od-mates And half witted Clode-pates That ne're knew the price of a Pottle Nor ever took part Of a tedious Quart But tamper their Chaps On the dow-back't Sops Of pittyful Aristotle Cho. Blaze up to the King say I Fill the Cup Tope it up Let it pass 't is the vote of the Commons To Sing Drink and Fight In the world's despight That the Crown may be Charles his or no mans 2. A fig for Jandunus Here 's Sack that can tune us In our mirth to a note above Ela. While the Round-head Rogues Like Birds call'd Hogs In damnable qualms Howle out Wisdomes psalms To a Presbyterian Selah Cho. Blaze up c. SONG LVII A Round 1. COme do not flinch Quaff it about Let not a Wench Draw you out Of a Tavern Since we know what our Company are We 'le be as Honest and we 'le Drink as fair 2. Give us the Bow'e Fuddle it all What Honest Soul Will not call For a Whole one And send about a Mistresses health If all refuse it I 'le begin't my self 3. Here 's to the best In Christendome Pox send the rest All and some To the Devil We 'le ply the Pots and the Wenches too But 't must be when w' have nothing else to do 4. I will have Nan You shall have Besse Do what you can I 'le no less Do unto Her He shall give Jane and Tom shall give Malâ— A Blow o th' Navel so have at it all SONG LVIII A Round 1. COme Crown with pitty my hearty Paiâ— Inspire with Courage my lusty Vein And when we shall entwine Dearest Valentine I 'le spend all in thine Armes again 2. And when thou findest my skill is such That for a little I 'le teach thee much My Hand shall rovingly Sooth thee movingly And we 'le Lovingly Take a Touch. SONG LIX A Round 1. LEt 's chase away mad Malancholly Hange pinching Spight of Wenching Curse States Damn Fates Here 's a jolly Cup to the Bully Tope thy Liquor and see this health go round And He that swallows a Beer-bowle Leaves Thinking Minds his Drinking And shall Quaff all May that Dear-soul Ever be Chearful And his sorrows as his soul be drown'd Then here 's to Mall with the Scallop smock Let 's fancy the time she all up took And to Betty-fair That does it to a Hair Were it a Mile to the bottom I 'de take every jot down And not a spoonfull to Jone I Love a hayry Bush well But Pox on things like a Bushell As for little Nan I 'le Touch her if I can Or silken sim'pring Sarah I 'me sure she carries good Ware-a And I 'le Trade with her Anon. SONG LX. A Round at the Request of Sir W.S. 1. OF all things We call things For my part I 'de have but one For fair things As Rare things I do not care a Button Of all the feeling Gear That ever I came neer Were it a brown Red or Yellow For Prayses or foâ— Prick To the principle I 'le stricke That a Black thing has no fellow 2. Girles i th' Dark When they starke Are naked as the Truth is And with care Trimme their Ware As flippant as their youth is And do the best they can To fit themselves for Man I 'de have at last they should well know The cheifest Grace they Lack If their Tackle be not Black For a Black thing c. 3. If you 'l feel One Gentle She 's Argent 'bout the Navel When she bears Right her Gears Her Honour point is sable The Damo'sels that are Fair But for an out-side are Th' are rotten e're they are Mellow But Oh! The Black The Black 'T is she will hold you tack For a Black thing c. 4. The choice Grace Of a Face By a black Patch out-set is The best Stone Fairest she'wn Within a foile of Jet is If e're it be my Doom To Cover and to Come At the nodding of the Pillow Of all the pleasant Pack Commend me to the Black For a Black thing c. SONG LXI A Round 1. MIne own Dear Hony Bird Chuck Cone sit thou down by me And thou and I will Truck For thy Commodity The weather is Cold and Chilly â—nd heating will do thee no harme Then put a hot thing in thy Belly To keep thy body warm 2. â—ur Land-Lady hath brought us The best the house affords â—is time to lay about us Then pry ' thee make no words 〈◊〉 now thou art young and tender Although thy be rough â—e Fort if thou'lt to me Surrender â—'le Man it well enough 3. â—nd by the' whispering palme's sweat And thine Eyes like Noon â—y panting breasts as thy pulse beat â—hou'lt do it to some Tune Then Give thy mind to 't my Hony Thou shalt have no cause to rue That ever thou hazard'st thy To one othe ' Jovial Crew SONG LXII A Round 1. YOur Loudon Wenches are so Stout They care not what they Do They will not let you have a Bout Under a Crown or two They Dawb their Chaps and Curle their 〈◊〉 Their Breaths perfume they do They 're Tayles are pepper'd with the Poâ—â— And that you are wellcome too 2. But give me the Buxome Country Lass Hot-piping from the Cow She 'le take a Touch upon the Grass Yea Marry and thank you too Her Colour 's fresh as Rose in june Her Skin 's as soft as Silke She 'le do her Business to some Tune And freely spend her Milk SONG LXIII A Mock 1. LAy that Sullen Garland by thee Keep it forth ' Elizian shade Take my Wreath of Lusty Ivy Not of that faint Mirtle made When I see thy Soul descending To that cool and fertile plain Of sad Foâ—les that lack attending Thou shalt have the Crown again Now drink Wine and know the odds 'Twixt that Lethe and the gods B. 1. Cast that Ivy Garland from thee Leave it for some Wilder-Blade Venus wreath would best become thee Not for Blasing Bacchus made When my high flown Soul 's ascended â—o Love's bright and warmer Sphear Where with Chaplets I 'me attended Thou an Ivy Bush shalt wear Now be Sober and you 'l prove Mortals Tipple gods do Love 2. Rouse thy dull and drowsie Spirits See these Soul Reviving-streams Stupid Lovers Brain inherits Nought but vain and empty Dreams Think not then thy dismall Trances With our Raptures can contend The Lad that Laughs and Sings Dances May come sooner to his End Sadness may some pitty move Mirth and Courage Ravish Love B. 2. Wellcome merry Melancholly Fancying Beavtie's quickning Beams Boon Companions Wits are folly Shrunk in over wetting streams Think not then thy Ranting Humor May with Modesty contend Lesser Talkers often Doe more When they come unto their End Rudness Easie Girles may move Civil Carriage Charms a Love 3. Fye then on that Cloudy Forehead Ope those Vein-like crossed Armes You may as well call back
the bury'd As raise Love with such dull Charmes Sacrifice a Glass of Claret To each Letter of her Name The gods have oft descended for it Mortals should much more the same If She come not at that Flood Sleep will come and that 's as Good B. 3. Cloudy Browes do presage Weeping And who would not hear our Cryes Who the Grave hath had in Keeping Would to pitty Love arise Offer up a Yoke of Kisses To the Damo'sell you adore Jove for such a Bliss as this is Would come now though ne're before If this way she can't be had Drinking comes and that 's as Bad. SONG LXIV A Mock 1. FEar not my Genius to unfold My silent Thoughts by these Let Women born to be contrould Receive them as they please Their long Usurped Monarchy Hath made me hate their Tyranny B. 1. Tremble Ill Nature to betray In idle Words thy thought That Women who our Passions sway Should be Contrould as Naught Their long continued Hierarchy Hath made me Love their Soveraignty 2. Let them and their Magnetique Charms As Harbingers before 'um Possess themselves of Cupits Arms As Baytes for to Adore ' um I 'le ne're commit Idolatry To Subjects born as well as I. B. 2. Let some one whose detracting Toung Is Vsher to his Witt Their Beauties and his Judgement wronge Whil'st I admireing sit It cannot be Idolatry To Worship such Divinity 3. Their Diety with them must fade It cannot be deny'd Then since the Pretty things were made Out of Old Adams side Le ts Love them still but know 't 't is thus We 'le Do 't because Th' are part of Vs. And let this then Suffice the Elves To say we Love them as our selves B. 3. Their Diety can ne're Decay 'T were Sin to say it should Then since th' are Forms not Cast in Clay But of a siner Mould We 'le Love them still with all our Hearts Because they are our Better parts And let this satisfie poor Men To puâ—chase thus their Ribb agen SONG LXV A Mock 1 NOw I confess I am in Love Although I thought I never should But 't is with one dropp'd from above Whom Nature made of better Mould So Fair so Good so all Divine I 'de quit the World to make her Mine B. 1. I 'le ne're Confess yet dare be hangd Although I hope 't will ne're be so If the best Girle that ever Twang'd Do make me Buckle to her Bow Or Fair or Foul what e're she be Of all the World she 's not for me 2. Have you not seen the Stars retreat When Sol salutes our Hemisphere So shrink those Beauties called Great When sweet Rosella doth appear Were she as other Women are I should not Love her nor Despair B. 2. Have you not seen Ecclipsed Sol When spangle Stars supply the Day So shine those Beauties thought but smal When Fair Florella's gone away But all alike I must refuse Nor e're will pick if I may chuse 3. For I could never bear a mind Willing to stoop to common faces Nor Confidence enough could find To aime at one so full of Graces Fortune and Nature did Decree No Woman should be fit for me B. 3. For I was ne're so given to 't With every Common Lass to Trade Nor e're had th' Impudence to Do 't With any Modest graceful Maid Nor Fate nor Art could ever move My sullen Heart to thoughts of Love SONG LXVI A Mock 1. BE gon Thou Fatal Feaver from me now be gone Let Love alone Let his Aetherial flames possess my Breast The fires of thy consuming heat no ayd requires But swift Desires Transport my passions to a Throne of Rest Where I who in the pride of health could never feel Such warmth to move By Sickness tam'd A 'm so Enflam'd I fee'le noe joy but Love And he who trifled many tedious hours away My Love to trye In little space Hath gain'd the Grace To have more power then I. B. 1. Away you Grevious Things call'd Mistresseâ— away Yeild Sack the Day Let her Diviner sparkes in flame my Breast The heat of whose Virtue 's so Compleaâ— That for the feat My fancy 's carry'd here to seat it's rest Where I who in the height of Love coulâ— never find Such warmth to stirre By Sack in spird Am now so fir'd I joy in None but Her And I who have been Occupy'd an hour sometimes A Love to Winne In lesser space Have gain'd the Grace To care not for 't a Pinne 2. Depart Thou fatal Feaver from me noâ— Deparâ— Think not my Heart To thy dull flames shall be a Sacrifice A Maid Dread Cupid now hath on the Aâ—tar laiâ— By thee betraid A Rich Oblation to restore thine Eyes But yet my fore acknowledgment shaâ—â— testifâ—â— Thou hast no Craft To bend thy Bow Against a Foe That aim'd to catch the shaft â—or did I fear though at my Bosome all at once Such Darts did move She that receives A thousand Sheaves She can no more but Love B. 2. â—F for all you Femal Creatures now a F Ne're think my Heart In your Weak flames shall burn a Sacrifice â— Blade god Bacchus here hath at the Tavern had Now by thee made A stronger Fire to Blaze out his Fyes â—ut yet my late acknowledgment shall Justifie Thou hast no Craft My flames to Drown When once high flown With ne're so great a Draught â—or would I care though for an Ocean all at once My Guts had space He that Topes up The thousandth Cup He can no more but Blaze 3. No more Physitians let me try your Brains Pray give me o're I have a Cure in Physick never read no more Though you as skillfull Doctors all the world do know In Learning flow You may as well go practice on the Dead But if my Gerard daigne to view me witâ— His Glorious Lookes I make no doubt To Live without Physitians and their Books T is he who with his balmy Kisses can restoâ—â— My latest breath What bliss is This To Gaine a Kiss And save a Maid from Death B. 3. No more You Physickt Ladies I 'le you helps implore But give you o're I have a Cure your Beauties ne're did proâ—â—â— Though you have saving Virtues Love 〈◊〉 Lovers know And tell you so Practice on those that swear they 'le dye for Love But if I view Canaries sparkling Beauties In a Glass I Question not The Going to pott ' Spight of a Ladies Face 'T is she who with her Sugard Kisses caâ— Preservâ—â— My failing Breath What bliss like this A Cup to Kiss And save a man from Death 〈◊〉 you Divine ones of another world I bow And will allow â—our sacred precepts if you 'l grant me this â—at He whom I adore ev'n next your Diety May go with me â—ithout his presence there can be no bliss teach your Tenents of Eternity to those That aged be â—o not perswade Love sick Maid There 's any Heaven but He â— stay methinks an Icy slumber doth
put her to 't be wise Not knowing how to keep lost paradise The wicked plagues thou hast wouldst ne're have cease But reign at height and would it not thee please If gently from night frights for real joy Thou wert awakt who sleeps can ne're enâ—oy Not to enjoy is worse then not to have And that ne're cloyd for which we stil do crave Who holds himself less happy by that mean Might hope with as much reason to wax lean By feeding to the full they purchas'd once Oh how we relish it and kiss for th' nonce 'T is more then requisite upon this score The choicest thing that man does is not more The world is wide of blessings it is one To Multiply Come Come it must be done As sure as Drink Each one 's oblig'd unto 't He that ne're Occupyes wil ne're have fruit Women enjoy'd for they are none before Are like a fine Romance read o're and o're Fruitions sprightful the play 's not known What 't is or is not till that act be done To save our longing that a blessing is Heaven unknown is a Fools Paradice And as in prospects where the scrutimous eye Unrandom'd can it self ne're satisfie And will not be confin'd so Liberty Quickens that pleasure which restrain'd would dye He that hath store to tell must needs be rich He 's only poor that know's not which is which Answer to Sir I. S. 1. GIve me dear Lad the pure white red When I court Meaden-bead Such even unequall'd Grace Of Aires and other you know what 's in face Enough to make one mad let me but have A Beauty that will move 'T is all I crave Vnhansome dulls the Edge of Love 2. We know there are such things as foul fair They no impostures are For though some youth of late Lik't certain colour at uncertain rate That does not warrant me from chusing right If Black and Blew Ivy With Red and White That Fancy is meer Fantasie 3. What boots an Appetite if there 's no meat That we can Love or Eat But if I view a Dish Well garnisht and set forth t is as I 'de wish As with our Watches where the insid 's made Perhaps af Steel or Brasâ— Our Value's laid Upon the Gold or Silver Case THE Adventure August 26. 1645. 'T Was in that Month as in old Writ I find Wherein the female must be serv'd in kind And more precisely if the time you seek It was about the very wast o th' week Inclining toward the Navel of the day ' Ene betwixt Hawk Buzzard as they say In Holbourn hight whence Grays-Inn Gate not far is Whom should I meet with but my Friend Jack Harris Th' unluckyest wag e're Mothers smock was wrapt in 'T was that same Jack whose Christen name is Captain With single eye he quickly me espy'd For why indeed I was o th' surer side Oh! School-fellow quoth he well met and by trips I 'me sure we seldome use to part with dry Lips So back he comes again a good luck on ye Thou wile have drink no matter who has Money Well! go thy waies march on I 'le follow you On toward the Fair of St. Bartholomew But in the rode near to the Wall of Hatton We happend upon Woman T was a fat one And if Descriptions may not be distrustful She was full-ful i th' wast or very wastful For persons of her calling you may ask all If amongst twenty you shall find one Rascall She ducks it home I speak it to her laud The Epithet unto her House was Baudy Where though the Plying place was then in Smith-field Was Wench enough as long as back could pith yeild To hold us tack indeed of creature comforâ— One might have had our's Belly full butmum for't Jack profferd once but what quoth he by G I Will make exchange with thee body for body And I dare swear 't had been no robery 'T was such a Pockie piece of Mobery But that which made my Worship laugh i th' close She still was hitting Jack i' th Teeth with 's Nose And that is much you 'le say whoe're shall see 't To think his Nose and Teeth should ever meet But in as dead a time as e're was thought on In comes Su. Cox of yore but now Su. Broughton With Whores as fast as hops and thick as fly-blows But could not hope for knocking here but dry blows As when our Tayles new suckt by Leech are dry So are they now as Kix from Lechery For were it upon pain of mickle worth I could not hint much less have held it forth So having pawnd our credit there for eight pence We kiss kind Mris. Lawes and so go straight thence Indeed it was that meer necessity That has none mov'd us to 't I press it t' ye Because we would not of the laws be guilty The business was like Norton's base filthy So now we bend our cause towr'd Well of Clarkeâ— Unlike to Aristotles of you marken Coming through Lane of Mutton street of Turnbeâ— Where that Jone lives whose plackets rent torn all Above the Rising of the Hill there is one The left hand as you go a House of prison Where Jack had been upon a business I guess'd by his wry look and that a true sign So passing by John of Hierusalem Whom we cal St too what e're you cal him To th' Red-bull-Widow we were one time wheeling Where some folk say I 've had a fellow-feling But let it pass away Jack Harris rambles Down by the place where lofty Turk shews Gamble Which we had seen too but for dearth of six pence But they who did have never seen such tricks since Well! Jack drives on amain a pox forsake him He made me sweat like grains to over take him I call'd out friend look here by Wiecham's Crosyer Here lies a pretty Girle i th' lane of Hofyer Here at a Barbers House I think it the man That kept Queen Madasina as his Leman I say quoth Jack come on by Jove I score her So never stops nor staies till at Pye Corner Where in he turn's at house ye leped Castle For worse full many a Gyant oft did wrastle Here were the Beeves the Muttons and the pigs hot A rare Encounter for man Chegan Quixot He was a plaguy Mutton-man â—ousavez But here 's the Divel and all for the sowes Babyes For at this time t is true as I do tell ye You may have pigs and wenches by the belly Then strait appears do but observe the hap Sir One Jack call'd Name sake there concern'd as Tapster As good a Lad as ever handled spigget Of powerful Sack and Ale he 's not for Swigget To whom our John knowing no money stirr'd How doest thou chuck quoth he my honey bird Reply'd he Capt. Dear at all adventures We 'le wet our selves together So Jack enters And trips up staires as quick as come penny Where we find what 's before good company
and there lyes Yexing But not a sylable of X ing Where in this pickle Precious Nose-gayes I lodg'd 'um like the sign o th' Cross-Keyes And taking Horse from thence I packt on Nor stopt nor stayd till come to Acton From thence I posted strait to London And thither got before the Sun down Where lighting at the Bore so blew With Cod so yellow soon I threw My willing body to the Devil Where Wine being good and Drawer civil I fixt my self with Quart and Friend To Drink thy Health and there 's an End An Allusion to Doctor Lluellin's Shon Price Occasion'd by some Schollers beating the Souldiers Nov. 6. 1646. Oxon. Jack I Had wrote before but 's best as 't was For Ugly Cromwell Let that pass Thou know'st one dar'd as well t' have went in Hell As for to pass the Souldiers Centinell No Letter now I 'le hold a styver Goes without Bristol or Calyver And though surpriz'd th' are us'd like sole on heel May be exchang'd for a Broom-man Colonell But mine once snapt as 't is hap hazard Is prizon'd 'slid they 'le slit her Mazard And faith thou know'st 't would come but odd in To tear the sheets of Joseph Goodin But now it comes pry'thee be more sweet And stay here Jack and wipe thy forefeet Now if belief where faith and love is I 've fed on nothing but Anchoves And sirrah Jack I think no body puts In 's belly better then at Body cuts Come friend 't would make your Pallat water To dine on these with sallat after I would the King but Pox why wish I one VVould give such Topers a Commission A Friend of yours I 'le hold a wager VVould not be long from being Major But yet methinks my Guts be lank yte I long for such another Banquet Our Food was sweet beleive you that too But sower sance came with the Tattoo And yet the Rogues if I may speak one thing Can't boast them Scot free from our Reckoning Faith I 'de consent if they would tarry That they should rent the Ordinary We paid 'um well yes ready down For every Pint a good crackt Crown And e're a Baker could have bolted The Poâ—tle-pot was 'bout their Iolt-head As for the Quart e're we could end it One at the Captains head did send it o th' Chamber-floor how e're disgusted The Blood say thicker then the Dust did And now I think on 't Jack my muse is About to tell what more the news is The youth o th' guard but smal friends lift hoâ— Came not to suck the Milk of Bristo ' But oh his scarf his scarf God bless us 'T was neither Red nor Blew by J But such although we car'd not for 't all As oft hath frighted Bumpkin mortall View all the Colours of Dame Iris View Pedlars Pack what that same tyre is And if there be an odd piece joyn 't See Shoe-strings or see Cod-piece point I say this Pedlar nor that Rain-bow Did nere such Colour dy'd in grain show T was Orange Tawny Jack yellow as safferu As who should say no colour for a Tavernâ— And this must fright us sure we are all undone As Mortal fear'd when Bul-Calf came from London Or else when Cromwel riding Mare 's Colt on Display'd his Tawny Colours with Well! somthing comes to Dore with that we cry all Curtis Lay Kester down unstring the Viall One bids the guard give fire then blow their Matches Which we ne're thought to meet while we Sung Catches After some pause for this thou know'st would tire one He draws his Pistol out his huge Cold-iron You Rogues said he I will revenge these crimes For I am sent from th' Guard by Good Man Grimes Your Countenances shall look dully For want of Sack to wash your Gully Your Carcases without all Scoffin Shall wish a Sack But for their Coffin From your Anchores I 'le you wean thus Which fit you for the Sports of Venus Your Oysters bought I make no quarrel Somtimes i th' Peck somtimes i th' Barrel I 'le send to those well minded Sisters That want provokers more then Clysters Then't shal be said 't is worth two shillingâ— thaâ— They are my Coolers I their Billings-gat At this one night brave Father Lasher Our Major he the Hober-dasher But to the Wise one word 's enough They swore Vdz niggs we swore Vdz bluffâ— And e're a zealous eye could twinckle Their Hands they shake their Hams they crincklâ— In what a shitten Case I wisse now Was that same suivelling Coward Biscow VVhich faster ran Spectator Poses Either their Heeles or else their Noses VVho scaped to the Main Guard went VVhich was of Grimes his Regiment Knockt to the Guard they come and faith that was hard Not one of them without a Broken Mazard And all away in such post hast are gon As 't were from Blincow yes Rowlandson On Oxford Visitors setting up their Commissions on the Colledge Gates c. 1648. i Th' name of Father Abraham what are ye Disturb our Peace 't is time for to beware Ye But oh the Devils here they come they come The Children run and cry out there 's the Mumme Look here again thus fly they to and fro That Sucklings Goblings ne're did fright Men so Why what 's the matter Friends I hope that all 's safe D' ye run away b' instinct like Sir John Falstaffe And stare and buffe and puff as if y' had been Mauld by th' unluckie Rogues in Kendall Green The Women in such tirrits and frights do goe Dame Quickly near fear'd swagg'ring-Pistol so Why what should daunt 'em thus with that we turn us For 't was a thing that might in time concern us When half amaz'd they cry out God save all The White thing yonder up against the wall Then Lord have mercy on us well wee 'l see What in the Name of God these Devils be So on we go where appears at first sight Ten Misbegotten-Slaves in black and white Incarnate Devils who forsooth are sent From far by the Infernal Parliament To greet us here but 't is untowardly this Not as St. Paul sayes with a Holy Kisse But here these curst Embassaders of Hell Must sit and Judge the Tribes of Israel And such a Jury none could e'ere devise Since first the Devil held his Grand Assize Say what these Monsters are who can describe The several Species of this Round-head Tribe But how comes Cheynel in amongst the rest o th' Holy Sect t is true the Man 's possest He 'l make mad work and sniv'ling Wilkinson Why who the Devil should send him for one But why should Harris be excluded thus He looks for all the VVorld like Aeacus Or bearded Moses in an Ale Wifes Hall Joyn'd to the stories of the Prodigal But 't was oppos'd by th' Lower houses sense VVho thought his Years might use some Conscience Thus our blest Reformation comes from Them As Christ did once into Hierusalem Riding on Asses-Colts Conspirators Of Hellish Mischiefs
Now custom summons me with every man As springs pay Tribute to the Ocean To make Returnes and offer at that shrine Whence I derive that all I dare call mine And as in duty bound should thither come Not with a single gift but Hecatombe See the Stenography of Dearth and Scant Some want no store and I no store of want And can but this advantage gain thereby To priviledge my down right Poetry Oh could rime pay my scores or make amends I 'de have such verses at my Fingers Ends As without byting Knuckles should distill Hâ—d I steadily my Wit at will Till mountedâ—n â—n the spreading wings of Famâ— You should triumphant ride your vast name Be Eccho'd till it had reacht either Pole And so become immortal as your Soul Or were I rich but this age will not yeild More Argent to me then my Griffon's Field Or could he with his display'd Sable Wing As Pegasus did once create a Spring Which like Pecâ—olus with it's silver streams Should stil bring fresh supplies to mine extrems Had I this wish my Chief should never view A Moyle but Argent and imbordur'd too But oh this will not do no stock can serve To Pay or Praise you so as you Deserve A Frolick to W. M. Esq Returnd from France 1. OH for a Bowle whose wide capâ—cious fraught Was never fathom'd by a Poets draught To welcome Moyles return I 'de drink it up Of thanks the day should be of grace the cup. 2. I 'de court the driery Sea-gods now to send Their Ocean in a frolick while each friend Of Moyles shall suck it to an Ebb and they With tears of joy augment it's flow agen 3. Moyle whom so oft we fancy'd it our bowles Thy very name reviv'd our duller Souls And lent so kind a flavor to the wine It relish't good or bad as th' health was thine 4. Thou travelst not like those who only know To spit at wine to beat a drawer or so To ruffle Boot-hose-tops or pleat a Cuff Or set a Circumcised Cod-piece off 5. No thou art better bred thou went'st to view Strang manners lik'st the best learnd'st them too Our glorious envy though we cannot tell How much thou improv'dst thy parts we know how well 6. Hence at my noble Moyles return from France The winds did whistle to the waves to dance The sea-nymphs sung and seem'd to wanton more Then when the courtly floods Leander bore 7. But had they known as I how fair a shrine Thou cam'st t' adore Hero's being dull to â—hine Th 'ad snatcht thee from her while each rival she Had in her calme embraces swallow'd thee 8. Now happy pair where every mutual kiss Informs what pain it is to want that bliss The graces guard her while each muse shall be Or drunk in fancy or in Love with thee The Hang-mans Motto upon Burning the Covenant BEhold the Covenant and Kingdom quit That first set this on fire now this sets it Rebellion to the sin of Witchcraft turn'd The Covenant doing thus was therefore Burn'd The Covenant God bless us was an Oath Like a god-dam'-me to a Faith and Troth TO His Sacred Majesty Charles the II. At His happy Return SO comes the Sun after a half-years night To the Be-numb'd and Frozen Muscovite As we Britain's Influence welcome you Who are our Light our Life and Glory too Your Presence is so Soveraign counter Fate It makes alone our Island Fortunate Whilst we like Eastern Priests the night being done Fall down and Worship You our Rising Sun But As Devotes of old did use to stay Below the Font nor durst approach to lay Their Duties on the Sacred â—hrine so I Not qâ—alifi'd for the Solemnity Of Offering at Your Altar stand at door And wish as much as they who give you more May You live long and happy to improve In Strangers Envy in Your Subjects Love And marry'd may Your Computation run Even as Time for every year a Son Until Your Royal Off-spring grow to be The Hope and Pride of all Posterity May every Joy and every choice Content Be trebled on You what e're was meant My Soveraign's care trouble may it prove Quiet and Calm as are th' Effects of Love Last having liv'd a Patern of such worth As never any Age did yet bring forth Ascend to Heaven where th' Eternal Throne Crown You with Grace shall Grace You with a Crown St. George's Day Sacred to the Coronation of his Most Excellent Majesty Charles the II. By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. TRiumphs and Halelujahs let us Sing Hallowing the Day to our three Kingdom'd King Thus Vpper-Jove once when secur'd and free From Heaven-assayling Gigantomachie Conven'd the gods at his commanding call Like Charles and 's Peers at George's Festival 'Twixt Those and These there is but one Remove Lievetenants here to the Supreme above St. George for England Andrew Dennis They Are but as Vigils to our Holy-Day A Roman Triumph is Compar'd to This A Whitson Ale A meer Parenthesis Scarce hath the lazy Sun his Circuit gone But Revolution Revolution Our King Proclam'd Restor'd and Crown'd A Year Like Plato's sets us Even as we Were Blest be the Time oh may it henceforth be Calendar'd Englands Year of Jubilie For ever Sacred to the Crown of Charles And early Fame o th' Arch Duke's Albemarles He that does claim the Ends o th' Earth his Own May boast more Kingdomes but not such a Crown A Crown which o're your fairer Temples hurl'd As Drake did once encircles all the World Thanks to th' Eternal Powers who preserv'd For You so Long what You so soon deserv'd Shame on the Vile-Vsurpers what their Source Of violence sway'd your patience won perforce When they were dy'd in grain with Royal-Blood And nothing was but as they made it good When Hell had so enhanc'd Rebellion To Kill the Heir and take Possession Oh 't is Forgiven may it be Forgot He came to 's own they receiv'd him not When we o th' Loyal in despair were hurl'd As if your Kingdoms were not of this World When doubts and horror as at Day of Doom Come Had seiz'd us all then lo Your Kingdomes See! where He 's Crown'd A King of Kings like Saul As Proper too it may be not so Tall. As Glorious as the Sun on Easter Day â—â—rke like the Morning-Star does gild the Way Glocester's translated to another Sphere To Celebrate a Coronation There â— sacred Treason to His Brother Prince â—eizing His Birth-right and Preheminence â—e took Possession first receiv'd a Crown â—oâ—-like-to-fade an Everlasting One. â—s if the Grand Disposer had assign'd â—ternity to Heirs by Gavel-kinde But He that Wisht Himself and Heir were gods The next Son King of France as no great odds Had he but known the Wealths your Nations bear T' had been his Wish t' have Liv'd a Subject Here When the Great Lord of Light with 's fiery