him with Adultery Then Martin gave him never a word But humbly thank'd his Majesty Much wit he had shewed if that he had dar'd But silent he was for fear of some knocks Quoth he if I get you within my Ward I may chance to send you out with a Pox. Allen the Copper-smith was in great fear He had done as much hurt since the war began A broken Citizen many a year And now he 's a broken Parliament-man But Oliver told him what he had been And him a cheating Knave did call Which put him into a fit of the spleen For now he must give an account of all It went to the heart of Sir Henry Vane To think what a terrible fall he should have For he who did once in the Parliament raign Was call'd as I hear a dissembling knave Who gave him that name you may easily know 'T was one that studied the art full well You may swear it was true if he call'd him so And how to dissemble I 'm sure he can tell Bradshaw the President proud as the Pope Who lov'd upon Kings and Princes to trample Now the House is dissolved who cannot but hope To see such a President made an example If I were one of the Council of State I 'll tell you what my vote should be Upon his new Turret at Westminster There to be hanged he should be Then room for the Speaker without his Mace And room for the rest of the rabble-rout My Masters is not this a pittiful case Like the snuff of a candle thus to go out I cannot but wonder you should agree You that have been such brethren in evill A dissolution there needs must be When the Devil is divided against the Devil Some like this Change and some like it not Some say it was not done in due season Some say it way the Jesuites plot It so much resembles the Gunpowder Treason Some think that Cromwel and Charles are agreed And sure it were good policy if it were so Lest the Hollander French the Dane and the Swede Should bring him in whether he will or no. And now I would gladly conclude my Song With a prayer as Ballads use to do But yet I 'll forbear for I hope er 't be long We shall have the King and a Parliament too Admiral Deans Funeral 1. NIck Culpepper and William Lilly Though you were pleas'd to say they were silly Yet something these prophesi'd true I tell you Which no body can deny 2. In the month of May I tell you truly Which neither was in June nor July The Dutch began to be unruly Which no body can deny 3. Betwixt our England and their Holland Which neither was in France nor Poland But on the Sea where there was no Land Which no body can deny 4. There joyn'd the Dutch and the English Fleet Our At thors opinion then they did meet Some saw 't that never more shall see 't Which no body can deny 5. There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead Yet would not believe Dick Dean to be dead Till they saw his Body take leave of his head Which no body can deny 6. Then after the sad departure of him There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim And many were drown'd ' cause they could not swim Which no body can deny 7. One cries lend me thy hand good friend Although he knew it was to no end I think quoth he I am going to the Fiend Which no body can deny 8. Some 't was reported were kill'd with a Gun And some stood that knew not whether to run There was old taking leave of Father and Son Which no body can deny 9. There 's a rumour also if we may believe We have many gay Widdows now given to grieve ' Cause unmannerly Husbands ne'er came to take leave Which no body can deny 10. The Ditty is sad of our Deane to sing To say truth it was a pittiful thing To take off his head and not leave him a ring Which no body can deny 11. From Greenwich toward the Bear at Bridge foot He was wafted with wind that had water to 't But I think they brought the devil to boot Which no body can deny 12. The heads on London Bridge upon Poles That once had bodies and honester soules Than hath the Master of the Roules Which no body can deny 13. They grieved for this great man of command Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand He dy'd on the Water and they on the Land Which no body can deny 14. I cannot say they look'd wisely upon him Because people cursed that parcel was on him He has fed fish and worms if they do not wrong him Which no body can deny 15. The Old Swan as he passed by Said she would sing him a dirge and lye down die Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body quoth I Which no body can deny 16. The Globe on the bank I mean on the Ferry Where Gentle and Simple might come be merry Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry Which no body can deny 17. Tom Godfreys Bears began for to roare Hearing such moans one side of the shore They knew they should never see Dean any more Which no body can deny 18. Queenhithe Pauls-Wharf and the Fryers also Where now the Players have little to do Let him pass without any tokens of woe Which no body can deny 19. Quoth th' Students o' th' Temple I know not their names Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames The Barge fits him better than did the great James Which no body can deny 20. Essex House late called Cuckolds Hall The Folk in the Garden staring over the wall Said they knew that once Pride would have a fall Which no body can deny 21. At Strand Gate a little farther then Were mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten Which neither hurt Children Women nor Men Which no body can deny 22. They were shot over times one two three or four 'T is thought one might ' heard the bounce toth ' Tower Folk report the din made the Buttermilk sower Which no body can deny 23. Had old Goodman Lenthal or Allen but heard 'um The noise worse than Olivers voice would ' fear'd 'um And out of their small wits would have scar'd ' um Which no body can deny 24. Sommer set House where once did the Queen lye And afterwards Ireton in black and not green by The Canon clattered the Windows really Which no body can deny 25. The Savoys mortified spittled Crew If I lye as Falstaffe saies I am a Jew Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew Which no body can deny 26. The House of S that Fool and Knave Had so much wit left lamentation to save From accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave Which no body can deny 27. The Exchange and the ruines of Durham House eke Wish'd such sights might be seen each day i' th'
man Thunder and plunder precisely It 's he is the man that does wisely And may climbe to a Chair of State It is the Sword that doth order all Makes Peasants rise and Princes fall All Syllogisms in vain are spilt No Logick like a basket hilt It handles 'um joynt by joynt Sir And doth nimbly come to the point Sir Thrilling and drilling And killing and spilling profoundly Untill the despiter on ground lye And hath ne'er a word to say Unless it be Quarter Quarter Truth confuted by a Carter Whipping and stripping And ripping and Stripping Evasions Doth conquer the power of perswasions Aristotle has lost the day The Gown and Chain cannot compare With Red-coat and his Bandeliers The Musquets gave Saint Pauls the lurch And beat the Canons from the Church The pious Episcopal Gown too Taro tantaro tantaro Tantaro the trumpet Hath blown away Babylons strumpet And Cathedralls begin to truck Your Counsellors are struck dumb too Dub a dub dub a dub Dub a dub dub an alarum Each Corporal now can out-dare 'um Learned Littleton now goes to rack Then since the Sword so bright doth shine Let 's leave our Wenches and our Wine We 'll follow Fate where ere she runs And turn our pots and pipes to guns The bottles shall be Granadoes We will march about like bravadoes Huffing and puffing And snuffing and calling the Spaniard Whose brows have been dyed in a tannyard Well-got fame is a warriors wife The Drawer shall be a Drummer We 'll be Generals all next summer Poynting and joynting And hilting and tilting like brave boyes We shall have gold or a grave boyes There 's an end of a Souldiers life A merry Song OF all the Crafts that I do know That in the Earth may be Threshing is one of the weariest trades That belongs to husbandry Upon a time there was a poor man I swear by sweet Saint Ann And he had a wife and seven children And other goods had he none As he was a walking on the way Hard by a Forrest side There met him the devil that Grisly Ghost This poor man to abide All hail all hail then quoth the devil I am glad to have met with thee What is thy business in this Country Thou goest so hastily I have wise and seven children quoth the poor man And other goods have I none And I am to the Market going To fetch them something home Wilt thou be my servant quoth the devil And serve me for seven year And thou shalt have cattel and corn enough And all things at thy desire What shall be my Office quoth the poor man I am loath to bear any blame Thou shalt bring a beast unto this Forrest That I cannot tell his name If thou dost not bring me such a beast The name that I cannot tell Then both thy body and thy soul Shall go with me to hell Indentures and Covenants were made anon And sealed by and by The poor man he to the Market went So fast as he could high And when that he came home again Corn and Cattel he had anon O this was some Lord then quoth the poor man For to believe upon His Neighbours dwelling round about They marvelled very much They thought he had either robb'd or stole He was become so rich But when the seven years was near expir'd And almost at an end He made his moan unto his wife Which was his own dear friend What aile you what aile you husband quoth she What ailes you so sad to be You had wont to be one of the merriest men In all the whole Country I have made a bargain quoth the poor man I am loath to bear the blame I must carry the devil a beast to the Forrest That he cannot tell his name If I don't carry him such a beast The name that he cannot tell Then both my body and my soul Must go with him to hell Lie still lie still then quoth the good wife Lie still and sleep a while And I will bethink me of a thing We will the devil beguil Buy Feathers and Lime then quoth the good wife Such as men catch birds in And I will put off all my cloaths And roul them over my skin He wrapt his wife in Feathers and Lime Till no place of her was bare He tied a string about her hams And led her for chapmens ware He led her backwards of all four Till he came to the Forrest side There met he the devil that grisly Ghost This poor man to abide I have brought thee the beast then quoth the poor man Thy bargain thou canst not forsake The devil stood as still as any stone And his heart began to quake What beast hast thou brought me quoth the devil His cheeks they are so round I though there had not been any such beast Brought up in all this ground I have looked East I have looked West I have looked over Lincoln and Lyn But of all the beasts that ever I saw I never saw none so grim Where is the mouth of this same beast His breath is wondrous strong A little below quoth the poor man His mouth stands all along That is a mad mouth then quoth the devil It has neither cheeks nor chin Nay has but one eye in his head And his sight is wondrous dim If his mouth had stood but overthwart As it stands all a-length I would have thought it some Whale fish Was taken by some mans strength How many more hast thou quoth th' devil How many more of this kind I have seven more then quoth the poor man But I left them all behind If thou hast seven more of these beasts The truth to thee I tell Thou hast beasts enough to scare both me And all the devils in hell Here take thy Indentures and Covenants too I 'll have nothing to do with thee The poor man he went home with his wife And they lived full merrily Loves Dream I Dreamt my Love lay in her bed It was my chance to take her Her arms and leggs abroad were spread She slept I durst not wake her O pitty it were that one so rare Should crown her head with willow The Tresses of her golden hair Did crown her lovely Pillow Me thoughts her belly was a hill Much like a mount of pleasure At foot thereof there springs a well The depth no man can measure About the pleasant Mountain head There grows a lofty thicket Whither two beagles travelled To rouze a lively Pricket They hunted him with chearful cry About that pleasant Mountain Till he with heat was forc'd to fly And slip into that Fountain The Dogs they follow'd to the brink And there at him they baited They plunged about and would not sink His coming out they waited Then forth he came as one half lame All very faint and tired Betwixt her legs he hung his head As heavy heart desired My dogs then being refresht again And she of sleep bereaved She dreamt she had me
week A Generals Carkass without a Cheek Which no body can deny 28. The House that lately Great Buckinghams was Which now Sir Thomas Fairfax has Wish'd it might be Sir Thomas's fate so to pass Which no body can deny 29. Howards House Suffolks great Duke of Yore Sent him one single sad wish and no more He might flore by Whitehall in purple gore Which no body can deny 30. Something I should of Whitehall say But the Story is so sad and so bad by my fay That it turns my wits another way Which no body can deny 31. To Westminster to the Bridge of the Kings The water the Barge and the Barge-men brings The small remain of the worst of things Which no body can deny 32. They interr'd him in triumph like Lewis the eleven In the famous Chappel of Henry the seven But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven Which no body can deny A Catch BAcchus I am come from the sun-shine fell To you mad Wags the force of Wine to tell And from those Sack-butts prest from grapes of Spain There 's none shall taste but I will taste again Sack Sack is the thing that makes the brain rumble It fools the wise and makes the Gallant stumble Sack hath the power the sence of man depriving O take heed then Sack keeps the wealthy man from thriving Fools then be wise He that in drink doth keep no mean It makes him lean And he that reels See what he feels Now in foul dirt he prostrate falls And picks mad quarrels with the walls Nor shall his drouzie sense that lies asleep Be well recover'd in a night of sleep A Catch BE not thou so foolish nice As to be invited twice Why should we men more incite Than their own sweet appetite Shall savage things more freedom have Than Nature unto Women gave The Swan the Turtle and the Sparrow Bill a while and then take marrow They bill they kiss what else they do Come bill and kiss and I 'll shew you Pim's Anarchy ASke me no more why there appears Dayly such troopes of Dragooneers Since it was requisite you know They rob cum privilegio Aske me no more why the Gule confines Our Hierarchy of best Divines Since some in Parliament agree 'T is for the Subjects Liberty Aske me no more why from Blackwall Great tumults come into Whitehall Since it was allowed by free consent The Priviledges of Parliament Aske me not why to London comes So many Musquets Pikes and Drums So that we fear they 'll never cease 'T is to protect the Kingdoms peace Aske me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to winch Since such as dare to hawk at Kings Can easie clip a Finches wings Aske me no more why Strafford's dead And why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live Aske me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate They it back to the Owners soon will bring In case it fall not to the King Aske me not why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights Their Counsel never was thought good Because it was not understood Aske me no more why Lasey goes To seize all rich men as his foes Whilst Country Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Kings do rob Aske me no more by what strange sight Londons Lord Maior was made a Knight Since there 's a strength not very far Hath as much power to make as mar Aske me no more why in this Age I sing so sharp without a Cage My answer is I need not fear Since England doth the burden bear Aske me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham kept the Town of Hull This answer I in brief do sing All things were thus when Pim was K A merrie Journey to France I Went from England into France Not for to learn to sing nor dance To ride nor yet to fence But for to see strange sights as those That have return'd without a nose They carried away from hence As I to Paris rode along Like to John Dory in the Song Upon a holy Tyde Where I an ambling Nag did get I hope he is not paid for yet I spurr'd him on each side First to Saint Dennis then I came To see the sights at Nostredame The man that shews them snaffles That who so list may there believe To see the Virgin Maries Sleeve And eke her odd Pantafles The breast-milk and the very Gown That she did wear in Bethlehem Town When in the Barn she lay But men may think that is a Fable For such good cloaths ne'er came in Stable Upon a lock of hay No Carpenter can by his trade Have so much Coin as to have made A gown of such rich Stuff But the poor fools must for their credit Believe and swear old Joseph did it ' Cause he receiv'd enough There is the Lanthorn which the Jews When Judas led them forth did use It weighs my weight down-right And then you must suppose and think The Jews therein did put a Link And then 't was wondrous bright There is one Saint has lost his nose Another his head but not his toes An elbow and a thumb When we had seen those holy rags We went to the Inne and took our Nags And so away we come We came to Paris on the Seine 'T is wondrous fair but little clean 'T is Europes greatest Town How strong it is I need not tell it For every one may easily smell it As they ride up and down There 's many rare sights for to see The Palace the great Gallery Place-Royal doth excell The Newbridge and the Statute stairs At Rotterdam Saint Christophers The Steeple bears the Bell. For Arts the University And for old Cloaths the Frippery The Queen the same did build Saint Innocent whose earth devours Dead Corps in four and twenty hours And there the King was kill'd The Bastile and Saint Dennis street The Chastelet like London Fleet The Arsenal is no toy But if you will see the pretty thing Oh go to Court and see the King Oh he is a hopeful boy He is of all Dukes and Peers Reverenc'd for wit as well as years Nor must you think it much That he with little switches play And can make fine dirt-pies of Clay O never King made such Birds round about his Chamber stands The which he feeds with his own hands 'T is his humility And if they want any thing They may but whistle to their King And he comes presently A bird that can but catch a Fly Or prate to please his Majesty It 's known to every one The Duke De Guise gave him a Parrot And he had twenty Cannons for it For his great Gallion O that it e'er might be my hap To catch the bird that in the Map They call the Indian Chuck I 'd give it him and hope to be As great and wise a
ride And Paris Garden carry the news to France When all the Lawyers they did plead All for love and nought for gain Then 't was a joyful world indeed The blew bore of Dover fetcht apples out of Spain When Landlords let their farms cheap Because their tenant paid so dear The man in the Moon made Christmas pyes And bid the seven stars to eat good chear Without a Broker or Cony-catcher Pauls Church-yard was never free Then was my Lord Mayor a house that cher Which was a wondrous sight to see When Basingstoke did swim on the Thames And swore all thieves to be just and true The Sumners and Bayliffs were honest men And Pease and Bacon that year it snew When every man had a quiet wife That never could once scold or chide Tom Tinker of Turvey to end all strife Roasted a Pig in a blue Cows hide A Catch THE Hunt is up The Hunt is up And now it is almost day And he that 's abed with another mans wife It 's time to get him away An old Souldier of the Queens OF an old Souldier of the Queens With an old motly coat and a maumsie nose And an old Jerkin that 's out at the elbows And an old pair of boots drawn on without hose Stuft with raggs instead of toes And an old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Souldier With an old rusty sword that 's hackt with blows And an old dagger to scare away the crows And an old horse that reels as he goes And an old saddle that no man knows And an old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Souldier With his old wounds in Eighty Eight Which he recover'd at Tilbury fight With an old Pasport that never was read That in his old travels stood him in great stead And an old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Souldier With his old Gun and his Bandeliers And an old head-piece to keep warm his ears With an old shirt is grown to wrack With a huge Louse with a great list on his back Is able to carry a Pedler and his pack And an old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Souldier With an old Quean to lie by his side That in old time had been pockifi'd He 's now rid to Bohemia to fight with his foes And he swears by his Valour he 'll have better cloaths Or else he 'll lose legs arms fingers and toes And he 'll come again when no man knows And an old Souldier of the Queens And the Queens old Souldier Advise to Bachelours IF thou wilt know how to chuse a shrew Come listen unto me I 'll tell you the signs and the very very lines Of Loves Physiognomy If her hair be brown with a flaxen Crown And grac'd with a nutmeg hue Both day and night she 's best for delight And her colour everlasting true If her forehead be high with a rolling eye And lips that will sweetly melt The thing below is better you know Although it be oftner felt If her hair be red she 'll sport in the bed But take heed of the doing though For if she carry fire in her upper attire What a devil doth she carry below If her hair be yellow she 'll tempt each fellow In the Immanuel Colledge For she that doth follow the colour of Apollo May be like him in zeal and knowledge If she be pale and a Virgin stale Inclin'd to the sickness green Some raw fruit give her to open her Liver Her stomack and the thing between If her Nose be long and sharp as her Tongue Take heed of a desperate maid For she that will swagger with an incurable dagger With stab and a kissing betray'd If her face and her neck have here and there a speck Ne'er stick but straight you go stride her For it hath been try'd and never denied Such flesh ne'er fails the Ryder If none of these thy Fancy will please Go seek thy complexion store And take for thy Saint a Lady that will paint Such beauties thou maiest adore If beauty do write in her face red and white And Cupid his flowers there breed It pleaseth the eye but the Rose will dye As soon as it runs to seed Fond Love COme my delicate bonny sweet Betty Let 's dally a while in the shade Where the Sun by degrees shines through the trees And the wind blows through the Glade Where Telons her Lover is graced And richly adorned with green And the amorous boy with her mother did toy And the Uncan never was seen There we may enjoy modest pleasure As kissing and merry discourse And never controul a modest sweet soul For love is a thing of great force The green grass shall be thy pillow To comfort thy spherical head And my arms shall enjoyn my Love so divine And the earth shall be thy bed Thy mantle of fairest flowers My coat shall thy coverlet be And the whistling wind shall sing to our mind O dainty sweet Lullaby Old Eolus shall be thy Rocker With his gentle murmuring noise And loves mirtle tree shall thy Canopy be And the birds harmonious voice Shall bring us into a sweet slumber While I in thy bosome do rest And give thee such bliss by that and by As by Poetry can't be exprest While thy cherry cheek pleaseth in touching And in smelling her oderous breath Her beauty in my sight and her voice my delight Oh my sweets are cast beneath Thus ravished with the contentment In more than a lover exprest And think when I am here I am in a sphear And more than immortally blest And thus with my mutual coying My Love doth me sweetly embrace With my hands in her hair and her fingers so rare And her playing with my face We reapt the most happy contentment That ever two Lovers did find What women did see but my Love and me Would say that we use to be kind Grinning Honour NAy prethee don't fly me but sit thee down by me For I cannot endure the man that 's demure A Pox on your Worships and Sirs Your conjeys and trips With your legs and your lips Your Madams and Lords With such finical words With a complement you bring Which concerneth no thing You may keep for the Gown and the Furs For at the beginning c. These titles of Honours were at first in the Donours And not to the thing unto which they do cling If the soul be too narrow that wears them No delight can I see In the thing call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As the name with an L. And that with titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortals ears when they hear them He that wears a brave soul and dares honestly do He 's a Herald to himself and a God-father too Why then should we doat on one with a fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd but yet he 'll be damn'd Eâ—er he do a good Act or a wise one What reason hath he