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Alphabetical TABLE
OF THE
SON G S
CONT-AIN'D
In this VOL
A
Page
A Young Man Sick and like u Dye 34
Ah\ How fweet are the cooling Breeds 57
At Noon in a fultry Summers Day > 63
Ah! How Lovely x Sweet % and Dear 74
Advance, advance^ gay Tenants of the Plain 75
Ah! Foolijb L&fs% what mun I do? 106
Alas] my poor tender Heart muft now 132
Anrelia now one Moment loft t%6
As unconcerned and free as Air 187
As Amoret and Thyrfis lay 190
Avdnow, now the Dukes March 192
As lama Sailor ytis very well known 196
After the pangs of fierce defire 21 $
A Pox on the Fool 25$
AH $oy to Mortals, $oy and Mirth9 306
B
ERfng out your Cony skins Maids %i
Bonny Scotijh Lads that keens me irrff 111
Belinda'* pretty r pretty pleafing form 166
Blujb not Redder than the Mining 3 r 2
game
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c
COme Bern, Virtuofos, Rich Heirs 3©
Ce$fe% ceafe of Cupid to Complain 77
Come, come ye Nymphs and every Swain 78
Come all, great, finally Jhon, taB away f 3
Come, Fair one, be kind 126
Gaelia heme with Affe&ation 15 7
Chloe blujh'd, and Frown'd, and Swore 16%
Capid make ymr Virgins tender 175
Corinna / excufe thy face, *93
Gloe found Love for his Pfyche in Tears 205
Church Scruples and Tars 2C9
Coy Belinda may dij'cover, 210
Corinna 'tis you that Hove, 212
Come buy my Greens and Flowers Fine 262
Caelia'j bright Beauty all other tranfcsnds 288
€me here's a good health 9V
D
Tpv^wfc my Boys, Drink and JRejoyce 5 8
xJ Draw Cupid draw and make Fair Sihfa 86
Deareft believe me without ^efervitim 8 5
J)$mon if you wit! believe me *J3
,Z?r«»i / W4J hfl Might% thafs pofs ' *4
JDtelia w>*i Strephon xu/rA her Flame J 5^
JP0 not rumple my Top-J^not, 213
Divine Aftrea fo'*^ /? w 45
V
Farewell ungrateful fraytor 122
Foolijh Swain Sighs forbear 13 $
Farervel my bonny Willy, pm^ Moggy 180
J)e AmariOis ^4/2 togrieve 183
JF>e Jocke y never pmle more fo Ufa 214
fair eft J fie, all Iflss excelling 216
Forgive me Cioe if I dare 316
GG
Od profpsr iovg our gracious gueetf 328
Hers
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H
HEre lies Wifliam de Valence t
Here's a Health to the lackers 70
Here are People and Sports of all fi^c %6
Hurl \ now the Drums beat up agent 102
Here's a Health to tbofe Men, 124
How often have 1 curs'd that ^ 159
How long, bow long, bow long JbaS I pine 172
Hang this whining waf of Wooing 2 18
Here's the Simmer fpightlygay, 219
How Happf s the Husband, 221
Having /pern at my Coin 302
Honefi Shepherd pice you're poor 314
How Happy, bow Happy isjhs 3*7
I
IN elder times there was of Tore I
/ am one in whom Nature has 16
In the Devil's Country there 38
Jaotfae the Lovely, ike Joy of her Swain 79.
Jockey met with Jenny Fair 99
/ met with the Devil in the fbape of a l\4tn 115
fitting is in fuch a Fafhion * 119
Jockey loves his M©ggey dearlyf 144
Jfuft coming from Sea our Spoufes *7$
If IhenrQrin&zfware 178
If ever you mean to be hind 222
I knew her falfe,. 1 fyiow her bafef 223
In vain} Ckmene.^ew beftow, 22$
If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment% 226
I am come to lock all faft 227
/ fee no more to (hady Covens, 298
/ try'd in Parks and Plays to find 31 ©
$oy to gnat Cxfar 3*1
KK
En you who comes here 176
L
LEave, leave the Drawing^fiooni 62
Let's be Merryf Biitb, and <fotfjf 142
Let not Love on me bejiom, 1S5
Let
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let Mary Jive Jong 529
Belinda compiaineth that Strephon is dull 230
Love's Power in my Bean 515
JLiberiaV all my Thoughts md Dreams. 207
M
Marriage it feems is for better for worfc 39
Mundunga was as feat atfade 110
My Dear Covinnagive me leave 132
May her bleft Example chafe 233
My Dear and only Love take heed 259
Mortals learn your Lives to meafure * 2S9
M irtiilo whilfh you Patch your Face 301
Mars vow is Arming 325
Marlborough j a brave Commander 3 35
111 Now the Ground is hard Fro^e and 72
Nayptfb\ naypifh, sir, roht ails you, 82
Not noev'ry Morning my Beauties renew, 107
Now my Freedom's regain'd and by 108
No Phillls tho'you've aB. theOwm$ 130
Now to you ye dry Wooers 141
Now dry up thy Tears 19^
Never figh, but think of^iffwg 2 34
Jtft w Pyramids raife 2 ~ 6
No, no poor fuffering Heart 7U
Now% now the Queen's Health 2 \ *
OO
F late in the Pari, a fair Fancy 18
Of Old Soldiers the Song you would hear 21
One Mom as lately Mufing 4!
Oh how you protefl and fo'ientnly fware 98
On Brandon Heath in fight of 129
Oh I my Panting, Panting Heart 369
<#> fow Happf s he who from Bufmefs free 240
Oh \ the mighty Power of love 296
P
Poor Monford /| gone and the Ladies 19
Pretty Parrot fay, when I was away 59
, Poor
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toor Cleonice thy Garland tear I12
Tray now John let Jug prevail 15*
phiflis lay a fide your thinking 241
Pifh fie, you're I(ude% Sir^ 242
PhiQis, 1 can ne'er forgive it § 11
RR
Etire Old Mifer and learn to be 24$
S
SMiling PhlUis has an Air 4$
Since Cadia only has the Art 73
Some brag of their Chloris and/ome of 84
Seet Sirs% fee beref a Voftor rare, 89
Spare mighty Love, 0/pare, a Slav* 128
Swain thy hopelefs Faffionfmother 14$
Since now the World's tunfd upfide down 146
She met with a Country Man 191
Say Cruel Amoret, how long 244
Such command o'er my Fate 246
Sing mighty Marlborough's/fory 33$
T
There lives an Ale* draper near 24
The caffateer was gone 44
the Devil he pull'd off his facket 5 5
Take not the firft refufal III 138
The folly* Jolly Breeze 161
ThefoOy, folly Bowl ib.
7b meet her Mars, the Queen of love 167
Then welcome from Vigo 18 s
The World's a Bubble 194
Through the coldjhady Woods 199
Thus Damon knock'd at Cxlh's Z>w$ 204
There's not a Swain on th Plain 248
%Tis aFoolijh tniflale 250
There is a thing which in the Lights 252
TeB me why fo long you try me 255
Tormenting Beauty leave my Breafi 254
Tell me, tell me Charming Fair 266.
Tho'you make po return to my Fajfton 26S
?fo I^ingjjgone to Oxon Town 279
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Yho\lLove andfye knows it 300
U
UPon the Wings of Love my Dear 134
Vndemeatk the Caflle WaB a<5i
Ul»n"iVgone, but bajely won 28$
Vnguaxded lies the wifhing Maid 294
W
WHen firli Ifaw her Charming Face 46
Wbilft wretched Fools fneak up and dom 51
While the Lover is thinking 6 $
Where Oxen do Low and Apple* 67
Where Divine Gloriana, her Palace 105
When Jenny fir ft hgan to Love 117
War, War and B-ttle vow no wore *41
What are theje Ideots doing 14^
Whilfl content is wanting *59
Wbitfl Phifiis is Drinking *7l
What State of Lift can be foblcft 270
When Wit and Beauty met in one 27 fc
What jhaS Idol am undone 27 3
When Sylvia was kind and Love plafd 275
What Love * Crime Inhumane Fair 276
When I have often heard young Maids 278
Wbilfl the French their Arms dij'cover, 291
When Jockey firfi Jfaw 297
YOung Ladies that live in the City 28
Young Phila ader woo'd me long 3 3
You I Love by aU that's true 120
YoiCve been with dull Prologues 164
You the Glorious Sons of Honour > 2 S 2
You guefs by my wither*d Facet 3°5
Yon Ft iends to ^formation 307
Te Commons and Peers 331
grounds. Madam return my Heart. 293
&tU#t
a
The Fourth VOLUME,
The King and the Shepherd, and Gillian the Shep-
herd's Wife,' with her chnrlijh artfwer to the
King.
The Tune Chivy Cbafi.
IN Elder time there watof Yore*
when guides of churlUh glee,
Were us'd among our Country Eatfei
though no fueh thing now be.*
{The which King Alfni liking well,
forfook his (htely Court,
And in difguire unknown went forth,
to fee that jovial fport.
How X?/V^and Tom in clouted fhooni
and coats of rujffet gray,
Efteem'd themfelves more brave than tltftff;
that wens in golden jay $
» In
& Tills to Vurge Melancholy
In garments fit for fuch a life,
the good King Alfred went,
'Ail ragg'd and torn as from his back
the beggar his cloaths had rear.
m [A fword and buckler good and ftron jf,
to give Jack fauce a rap,
'And on his head inftead of Crown,
he wore a Monmouth cap.
Thus coafting through Somerfet/hire,
near Newton Court he met,
A fliepherd fwain of luftj limb,
That up and down did jet:
He wore a bonnet of good gray*
clofe buttoned to his chin,
fAnd at his back a leather fcrip,
with much good meat therein*
God fpeed good fliepherd, quoth the King,
I come to be thy gueft,
3Totaft of thy good viftualshere,
and drink that's of the beft :
LThy fcrip I know hath cheer good ftorc.
what then the fliepherd faid ?
prhou feem'ft to be Tome fturdy thief,
and mak'ft me fore afraid,
fjfet if thou wilt thy dinner win
the fword and buckler take,
And if thou canft into my fcrip
therewith an entrance make,
I tell thee, Roifter, it hath ftofc,
of beef and bacon fat,
With fhieves of barly bread to make
thy chaps to water at;
Her e ftands my bottle here my bag,
ifthoucanit winth™ Roifter,
Againft the fword and buckler here
mY (heephook is my mafter.
Menedicite now, quoth our good Kiog
it never (hat! be faid,
|fhat Alfred of the ftiepherds hook
wiljftand a v^itafraid;
Tills to Targe MeUmhotj4
Se Toundly thus they both fell to't,
and giving bang for bang,
At cyery blow the Lepherd gave
King Alfreds fword cry'd twang*
His buckler prov'd his chicfeft fence
for ftill the {facpherds hook,
Was that the which King Alfred could
in no good manner brook;
At laft when they had fought four hours,
and it grew juft mid-day,
And wearied both with right goodwill
defir'd each others flay.
King, truce I cry quoth Alfred then,
good fliepherd hold thy hand,
A fturdier fellow than thy felf
lives not within this land.
Nor a luftier Roifter than thou art,
the churlilh fliepherd faid,
Jo tell thee plain thy thievifh looks,
now makes my heart afraid |
Elfefure thou art fome prodigal
Which haft confum'd thy ftore,
And now com'ft wandring in this place
to rob and fteal for more:
Deem not of me then quoth our King
good (hepherd in this fort,
A Gentleman well known I am
in good King Alfred's Court-
The Devil thou art, the (hepherd faid,
thou goeft in rags all torn,
JThou rather feem'ft I think to be,
fome beggar bafely born ;
But if thou wilt me&d thy eftate,
and here a fliepherd be,
At night to Gillian my fweet wife
thou malt go home with me.
For (he's as good a toothlefs dame
as mumbleth on brown bread,
Where thou (halt lie in hurden flieet^ »
upon a frefla ftraw bed*
* '""-""" B a
C5j; . Fills to Purge Mefanchdy.
Of whig and whey we have good ftore,
and keep good peafe-ftraw fires,
And now and then good barly Cakes
as better dayt requires.
But For my mafter which is chief,
and Lord of Nemon Court,
He keeps I fay, his Ihepherds fwains
in far more braver fort;
We there have curds and clouted cream
of red Cows morning milk,
And now and then fine buttered cakes
as foft as any filk.
Of Beef and reifed Bacon ftore
that is tnoft fat and greafy*
\Vehave likewife to feed our chaps^
and make them glib and.eafie,
,Thus if thou wilt my Man become,
this ulage thou {halt have,
If not adieu go hang thy fr1?,-
and fo farewel Sir Knave.
King Alfred hearing of this glee,
the churlifh ihepherd faid,
tWas well contentio be his man,
fo they a bargain made.
A penny round the flbepherd gave,
in cafneft of this match,
Tojk&p his fheep in field and fold
asVfliepherd* ufe to watch.
His wages fhail befall ten groats
for fervice of a year,
Yet was it not his ufe old Lad
to hire a man fo dear.
For did the King Mmfelf (quoth he j
unto my cottage come,
He (houldnot for a 12 months pay
receive a greater fum.
Hereat the bonny King grew blitft
to k?$r the clovrtuih jeft,
Bow filly fots as euftom is ..,
iodifcant at the beftt g
Tills to Purge Melamhol/J
But not to fpoil the foolifli fport
he was content good King*
To fit the fhepherd^s humour right
in every kind of thing.
A fheep-hook then with patch his dog,
and tar-box by his fide.
He with his Matter jig by jowl,
unto old Gilim hy'd,
Into whofe fight no fooner came,
' whom have you here ( quoth (he )
A fellow I doubt win cut our throats,
fo like a knave looks he.
Not fo old dame quoth Alfred ftrait,
of me you need not fear,
My Matter hir'd me for ten groats
to ferve you one whole year:
So good dame Gillian grant me leave
within your houfe to ftay,
lor by Saint Ann do what yon can*
I will not yet away.
Her churliih ufage pleas'd him ftill,
put him to fuch a proof,
That he at night was almoft choakV
within that fmoaky Roof;
But as he fat with fmiling cheery
the event of all to fee,
His dame broght fouith a piece of dow^
which in the fire throws flier
Where lying on the Hearth to bake,
by chance the Cake did burn,
What canft thou not^ thou lout ( quoth fhe )
take p3ins the fame to turn.
Thou art more quick to take it out
and eat it up halfdow,
Then thus to ftay till't be enough,
and fo thy manners fhow.
But ferve me fuch another trick,
I'll thwack thee on the fnout,
Which made the patient King good man
of her to ftand in doubt:
B3
6 fills to "Purge Melancholy,
But to be brief to bed they went
the good old matf and's wife,
But never fuch a lodging had '
KmgAlfredm his life:
For he was laid in white fheepes wool!
new pullM from tanned fells,
And o're his head hang'd fpiders webs
As if they had been bells*
Is this the Country guife thought he,
then here I will riot ftay,
But hence be gone as foon as breaks
the peeping of next day.
The cackling hens and geefe kejjt rooft
and pearched at his fide,
Whereat the laft the watchful Cock,
made known the morning tidef
Then up got Alfred with his horn,
and blew fo long a blaft,
That made Gillian and her Groom,
in bed full fore agaft.
A rife, quoth flie we are undone^ \
this night we lodged have,
At unawares within our houfe,
a falfe dtffembling knave ;
Rife4msband, rife, he'i cut our throates*
he calleth for his mates, /
Ide give old Willoxx good Cade lamb,
he would depart our gates.
But ftiH King Alfred Ww his hora,
before them more and more,
Till that a hundred Lords and Knights,
aO lighted at the door:
Which cry'd all hail all hail good King,
long have we look'd your Grace,
And here you find (my merry men aO )
your Soveraignin this place.
We fhaO Purely be hapg'd up both,
old GiSian i much fear,
The ftepherd faid for ufing thus,
our good King Alfred here;
Tills to Tnrge MtUnsholj* %
O pardon my Liege, quoth Gillian then
Fc* my husband and for me,
By thefe ten bones i never thought,
the fame that now I fee 5
And by my hook the fhepherd faid,
an oath both good and true,
Before this time O Noble King,
I never your Highnefs knew:
Then pardon me and my old wife,
that we may after fay,
When firft you came into our houfe,
it was a happy day.
If thai! be done faid Alfred ftreight,
* and Gi&iw thy old dame,
For this thy churlifh ufing me,
deferveth not much blame;
for this thy Country guife I fee,
to be thus bluntifh ftill,
And where the plaineft meaning is,
remains the fmalkft iQ.
'jftnd mafter lo I tell the now,
for thy low manhood (howa,
Athouflnd Weathers I'll beftow,
upon thee for thy own.
And oafture ground as much as wifl
ifuffice to feed them all,
And this thy cottage I will change,
into a ftately hall.
As for the fame as duty binds*
the (hepherd faid good King,
A milk white white Lamb once every yeaffj
IH to your highnefs bring.
And Gillian my wife likewife,
of wool to make you coats,
Will give you as much ar new years tide
as mall be worth ten groats,
And in your praife my Bagpipe (hall
found fweetly once a year,
How Alfred our renowned King
moft kindly hath been here,
B 4 Thanfei
* Tills u Vwge Melancholy.
iThanks (hepherd,* thanks, quoth he again,
the next time I come hither,
My Lords with me here in this houfe
wiO aH be merry together.
On the Tombs at Weftmlnfter Abby.
Jon muflfupfofe it to &r Eafter Holy-Days ; At whattime
Sicily^ Ddl, Kate and Peggy, Moll and Nan, are
marching to Weftmhifter, with a Leafh ofPrtntices before
9em \ who go rowing themfelves Along with their right
Arms to make more haft, and now and then with a greafie
Muckender wipe away the dripping that baftes their Bore'
Meads. At the Door they meet a crowd of' Wapptig Sea*
men, South waik Br oom-men, the Inhabitants of the Bank-
Side, with a Butcher or two pricVt in among them. There
a while they fiand gaping for the mafler of the Show, ft or.
ivg upon the Suburbs of their deareff delight, juft as they
ft and gaping upon the pained Cloatb before they go into the
Poppet Play. By and by they hear the Bunch of %jyj, which
repyces their Hearts like the found of the Pancake Bell,
lor now the Man of Comfort peeps over the Spikes, and be*
holding fuch a learned Auditory, opens the Gate of para-
dife, and by that tirhe they are half got into the fir ft Chap*
pel, (for time is very precious) he lifts up his Vioce among
the Tombs, and begins kij lurrey in manner and form fol*
lowing.
Sungorfaid, to a Tune in imitation of the Old Soldier sf
Pag.it.
HExt\\t%WiUiamde Valence
A right good Eari of Pembrokef
And this is his Monument which you fee*
.I'll Cwear upon^^Book
He was High Mafthal of England,
When Henry the 3^ did Reign,
But this you take upon my Word,
Jhat he'll nere he fo again*
Here
P" ■ ■ ■ . . —-
f Pills tc* Purge MeUnchty* <|
T Here the Lord Edward T&lbot Iks,
.1 The Town of Shrewsbury's Earl,
'% Together with his Countefs fair,
f. That was a moft delicate GirU
k[ The next to him there lyeth one, J
; Sir Rick&rd Pech/hailh\ght9
Of whom we only this do fay,
He was a ffmpjhire Knight.
But now to tell ye more of him, - J
There lies beneath this Stone ;
Two Wives of his and Daughters four y
T To ail of us unkown. { :
Sir Bernard BrocUurfl[there doth He,
Lord Chamberlain to Queen Ann;
Queen Ann m*Hicbard the fecoads Q^eem
And he was King of England-^
Sir Fronds HoMs, the LadyFr^/r^ •■'■■/
■ Thefanie vmSugolks DutchelV - '^
Two Children of Edward the third, ^
p Lie here ii* Deaths cold Clutches.
This is the thirdKing Edward's Brother,
Of whom our Records tell
Nothing of Note, nor fay they whether
He be in Heaven or Hell. -
This fame was $obn of Eldefion, ^
^ He was no Coftermonger,
, But Cornw&fs Earl; And here's one Tf&
Caufe he could live no longer.
The Lady Mohun, Dutchefsof Twfc-
J .: And Duke of Wrk's Wifealfo> •
; But Death refolv'd to Hdrn the DuW,
She lies now wish Death.-below
The
ro
TiHi to Vwge MttoHcholf.
Ml
The Lady Ann R#fst but wot ye well
That (he, in Child-bed dy'd,
The Lady Marquefs of fPincbeftcr
Lies Bnried by her tide.
Now think your Penny well fpent good Folks J
And that you are notbeguiltt
Within this Cup doth lie the Heart
Of a French Ernbafador's Child.
But how the Pevil it came to pafs,
On purpofe, or by chance,
The Bowels they lie underneath,
The Body is in France,
DoL /warrantye
the Pharifes car-
ried it away.
1 There's Oxford's Countefs, aad there aifo
i The Lady Burleigh her Mother,
And there her Daughter, a Countefs too,
Ut ciofe by one another.
Thefe once where Bonny Dames, and though
There were no Coaches then, Dick. #*, bo> be,
Yet could they jog their Tailes themfelves,^;;^/;^
Or ,had them jogg\l by Men. men did, ba Kaif,
Xdf. Oy.Qy.
But woe is me ! thofe high born Sinners
That went to pray fo ftoutly,
'Are now laid low, and caufe they can't,
Their ftatues pray devoutly.
This is the Dutchefs of Somerfet,
By name the Lady Ann>
Her Lord Edward the ftxt protected,
Oh I He (was a Gallant Man.
In this fair Monument which you fee
Adorn'd with fo many Pillars,
Doth lie the Countefs of Buckingham
And her Husband Sir George ViHers*
Tom. J have
heard a BaUdd of
him fang at Rat*
clii'Crofs-. Mol.
1 believe we have
it at borne over
our Kitchin Man*
tie-Tree,
This
This old Sir Geerge was Granfather,
And the Countefs (he was Granny^
1 To the Great Duke of Buckingh&m$
i Wbo often topt King jammy.
I Sir Robert Emm$ a Scotch Knight,
This Man was Secratary,
/ And fcribbW Complements for two QtteerJ
5 Queen Ann, and eke Queen Mary.
jr \
i This was the Countefs of Lenox,
| Yelep'd the Lady Mvg***
I King fme*$ Granmother, and yet
| 'Gainft Death fhe had no Target*
I This was Queen Miry, Queen oiScoUy
I Whom Buchanan doth befpatter,
| She loft her Head at Tottinbttm,
I What ever was the matter.
I The Mother of our feventh Hen?},
I This is that iyeth hard by,
I She was the Countefs wot ye well
I Of Richmond ^do(i>er^
I Henry the Seventh lieth here,
I With his fair Qieenbefide him,
J He was the Founder of this Chappel>
I Oh may no ill betide him,
I Therefore his Monuments in- Bra%
I You'll fay that very much is;
I The Duke o(J{icbmond and Lenox
I There iieth with his Dutehefs.
I And here they ftanduprfght in a Prefs
I with Bodies made of Waxy
i With a Globe and a Wand m either hand,
I And their Robes upon theijr Backs,
DoL How came
Jhe bete then ?
WW Why ye filly
Cafe could n$tjm
be brought here*
after Jhe was
dead*
"Bop I warrant
ye tbtfe were no
fin ill Pools itt
tbpfedajs.
Here
!» Ws u T^rge Mdmchtp
Here lies the Duke of Buckingham
And the Dutchefs his Wife $
Him Fehon Stabb'd at Port/mouth Town
And fo he Loft his Life;
Two Children of Klng$me$lke& arc,
Whom Death keeps very chary.
Jopbia m the Cradle lies.
And this is the Lady Miff..
%n& this is Queen Elizabeth
How the Spaniards did inveft her ?
.Here fhe lies Buried, with Qjieen Maryt
And now agrees with her Sifter,
To another Chappel now come we*
The People follow and chat,
(This is the Lady Cottwgtm,
And the People cry, who's that ?
i'STiis i$ the Lady Francte Sidney,
The Counters of Suffolk was fhe,
And this the Lord Dudley Carleton isi
And then they look up and fee 5
Sir Thorns Brumley lyeth here,
Bcath would him not reprieve,
JVith his four fons and DJaugliters foi3r^
TThat once were all alive.
The next is Sir ^ohnfuUmm% "■ -
And this is his Lady Itrowj
fAnd this is Sir $obn Puckering
Whom none of you did know.
jThat's th.e EarlV Bridgewater in the middle^
Who makes ho ufe of his Bladder,
Although his Lady lie fo near him*
And Co we go up a Laddsr.
Miward.
B«f$. Good Wo*
man pray fliUyour
Child, it {eeps fie b
a bawling, we can't
bear what the man
fills id f urge Melancholy x£
Edtwdtht fir ft, that Gallant Blade.
Lies underneath this Stone,
And this is the Chair which he did b
A good while ago from Stone,
In this fame Chair till now of late
Our Kings and Queens were Cro
Under this Chair another Sconei
Doth lie upon the Ground*
On that fame Stone did tfacob fl£ep
Inftead of a down Pillow,
And after that t* was hitherbrought
By (bine good honeft Fellow,
XlchtfA the fecond lieth here,
Afldhis firft Q»een, Queen Ann,
Edward the third lies here hard by,
. 0% there was a Gallant Man.
For this was his two handed Sword,
A Blade both true and trufty, :
The French Men's Blood w^s ne*re wip'd ofly
Which makes it look fo rufty. •
Here lies he again with his Queen Pfe'%
A Dutch Woman by Record,
But that's all one, for now alas!
His Blade's not fo long as his Swo*d#,
King Edward the Confeflbr lies
Within this Monument fine,
Fme fu re, quoth one, a worfer Tomb,
Muft ferve both me and mine.
Hurry the fifth lies there; and there
Doth tie Qvem EUetior,
To our firft Edward Ihe Was Wife,
JV hich was more than ye knew before*
ffmf
, Kate. Vie took
morepains^thanJ
• would ha don fir
ting a hundred fitch.
Half. Gad J war-
rant there has
h&en many a Mai*!
,, denhead got in
Wtt d J that Chair. Tom.
GaddndTlUonw
hither and try one
efthefeDays^anH
be but to get &.
Frince.
Bol.^PapiftZ,
warrant him*
sea
SB
P$s t$ ft#g$ Melancholy,
Henry the third lies there Eatotob'd,
He was Herb fohn in Pottage,
Little he did, but ftil! Reign'd on,
Although his Sons were at Age.
Fifty fi* Years he Reigned King*
E're he the Crown would lay Dp,
Qnly we praife him caufe'he was
Laft Builder of the Abby%
Here Thorns Cecil liesi who's that?
Why 'tis the Earl of Mxetcr,
And this hisCountefs is $ to Die
How it perplexed her.
II Here Henry Gary Ld ffum&on refts.
Whatanofe he makes with his Name
Lord Chamberlian was he unto
Queen Elizabeth of gre^it Fame*
And here's one William Colcbeftgr
lies of a Certainty:
And Abbot was he of Weftmwfier%
And he that faith no, doth lie.
This is the Bifhop of Durham
By Death here layd in Fetters,
Henry the feventh lov'd him well,
And fo he wrote his Letters.
Sir Thomas Baccus, what of him ?
Poor Gentle man not a word,
Only they Buried him here \ but now
Behold that Man with a Sword.
Humphrey de Bohuny who though he were
Not born-with me i' the fame Town,
Vet 1 can tell fie was Earl of Effex,
Of Hertford, and Nonhmpon.
Dol. Ayt ay, I
warrent het^rkh
Felly are as un-
willing to die 4S
tfm Blj^s
Sifly. ThatU fits
for whom out
Bells ring Jo of*
tenuis it not Ma*
the wyfame*
He
fills to Targe Mchnehofy* t%
\ He was High Conftable of ErighnA,
\ AsHiftorywel1e*preffes.
r But now pretty Maids be of good Chear,
- Weer going up to the Preffet.
*
And now the Preffes open ftand
And ye fee them all arow,
But never no more is faid of thefe
Then what is faid below.
I . . i
I Now down the Stairs come we again,
> The Man goes firft with a Staff,
Sonic twtfor three tumble down the Stair**
And then the People laugh.
i
; This is the great Sir Francis Verc,
That fo the Spxmards curry'd,
* Four Coilonels fupport his Tomb
And here his Body V Buried.
j That ^againftthe wa with one eye^cL J^nrw
% Is Major General Noms% be could have
' He beat the Spwwd* Cf uefly, but heft v#t.
Asisaffirtfdinftories.
His fix Sons there hard by him ftand,
> Each one was a Commander,
To (hew he could a Lady ferve,
As well as the JAUavpr,
And there doth Sir fob* BoEls reft,
Who was the Major General
To Sir fohn Morris that brave blade,
* And fo they go to Dinner all.
For now the Show is at an end,
All things are done and faid,
The Citizen pays for his Wife*
The Prentice for the Maid.
i
i& Tills t& Turge Melancholy,
the Character of a Seart-man ; written by one of
the Craft : To be Sung on Cri/pin Night.
1am one in whom nature has fix'd a decree,
Ordaining my life to happy and free,
With no cares of the world I am ever perplex'd,
And never depending I never att| vex'd.
I'm neither of fo high nor fo low a degree,
But ambition and want are both ftrangers to mtf
My life is a compound of freedom and eafe, - ' /
I go where I will and I work when I pleafe,
I live below envy and yet above fpight,
And have judgment enough for to do my felfrightf
Some greater and richer I own there may be,
Yet as many live worfe as live batter than me,
And few That from cares live fo quiet and free |
When
Tills to Vurgt Melancholy. 17
When Money comes in I live well till it's gone,
So with it I'm happy, Content when Fve none
I fpend it Genteelly, and never repent,
If I loofe it at Play why I count it but lent,
For that which at one time, I lofe among Friendt,
Another nights winning's ftill makes me amende
And tho* I'm without the firft day of the week*
I ftill make it out by (hift or by tick,
In mirth at my work the fwift hours do pals,
And by Saturday night, I'm as Rich as I was.
Then let Mafters drudge on and be flaves to their trade*
Let their hours of Pleafure by bufinefs be ftay'd,
JLet them venture their flocks to be ruin'd by truft|
Let Clickers bark on the whole day at their poft,
Let 'emtire all that pafs, with their rotified cant,
"Will you buy any Shoe's, pray fee what you want |
Let the reft of the world, ftill contend to be great,
Let fome by their Loffes, Repine at their fate,
Let others that thrive, not content with their ftore*
Be plagu'd with the trouble and thoughts to get more,
Let wife j£&i Invent, till the World be deceived,
I^et foolstnfive through fortune, and knaves be believed £
Let fuch as are Rich know no want, but content,,
Let others be plagu'd to pay taxes and rent $
With more freedom and-pleafure my time1*11 employ, ^
And covet no bkflings but what I enjay*
Then let's celebrate Cnfpn with Bumpers and Songs*
And They thatdrink/oui may it blifter their tongues;
Here's Two in a hand, and let no one deny 'em,
Since Chrifpin in youth was a SeatVman as I am,
I . ' Tk*
*£ TiBs to Vwp MilanMely.
The FemakfcHffle$ To the foregoing Tun*.
OV late in the Park, a fair fancy was fccn
Betwixt an old Baud and a iufty young gueav,
Their parting of Money began the uproar,
HI have half fays the Baud, but you (han't fays the Whore %
Why 'tis my own Houfe,
I care not a Loufe ;
n ha' three parts of four, or you get not a Soufe*
T?s I fays the Whore muft take ail thepams,
And you (hall be damn'd e*re you get ail the gains ^
The Baud being vex'd, ftrait to her did fay,
Come off wi' your duds% and I pray pack away*
And likewife your Ribands, your Gloves and your Hdr9,
For naked you came and fo out you go bare,
Then Buttocks Co bold
Began for to feold |
Hmjdm was not able her Clad fo* to hold.
Both Pell Me!! fell to't, and made this uproar,
With thefe complements*th*art a Baud% th'art a Whore,
The Bauds and the Buttocks that liv'd there around
Came all to the Cafe, both Fockef and Sound \
To fee what the reafon was of this fame fray,
Jhgt did fo difturb them before it was day.
Iflteflyouamifs,
Let me never more p!($#
This Buttock fo bold (he named was sifu
By guiffing with Cullies three pound (he had got,
And but one part of four rauft fall to her lot \
Yet all the Bauds a fd, letrus turn her out bare,
Uolefsfhewiil yield to r§turn her half {hare,
If (he will not we'll help fo ftrip ofFher cloath*,
And turn her abroad with a flit o'the Nofc.
Who when (he did fee
There was no Remedy,
For her from the tyrannous Bauds to get free,
The
Vih to Vrtrgt Melancholy. if
The Whore from the Money was forced to yield,
And in the conciufion the Bmd got the field.
I An Elegy on Moumfort. To the foregoing Tune-
l: I
| TyOot Montfm is gon, and the Ladies do all ?
I 1 Break theitfiearts for this Beau, as they did for DmaB,
i And they the two bratts for this Tragedy damn
I At Kenfington Court, and the Court of Bmum:
l They a41 vow and Swear
I That if any Peer
f Shou'd acquit this young Lord, he fliouM pay very dear,
r Nor will they be pleafed with him who on Throne \%%
r If he do's not his part to revenge their Adonis*
i ii
F With the Widow their amorous Bowels do yearn
I There are divers pretend to an equal concern;
I And by her perfwafion their hearts they reveal
| In cafe if not guilty to bring an appeal
| They all will unite
| The young Blade to indift,
I And in profecution win joya day and night,
I In the Mean-time full many a tear and a G oan is,
Where-ever they meet for thtir departed Adonis*
X III
I With the Ladies foul Murthf r's a horrible fin
f Of one handfome without, tho* a Coxcomb within,
[ For not being a Beau the fad fate of poor Crab
\ Tho' himfelf hang'd for love, was a jeft to each drab,
\ Thrn may fyring live long
And may Hisby among
The Fair with fak Barkley and Culpepper throng ;
[ May no Ruffin whofe heart as hard as a Stone is
f Kill any of thofe for a Brother Adonis.
Ho
ad ViUs to Purge Melancholy.
IV
No Lady hence-forth can be fafe with her Beau,
They think if this (laughter unpunifh'd fhould go,
Their Gallants, for whofe Perfons they moft are in Fail*
Muft no fooner be envy'd, but ftraight muft be flain.
For all B—. fhape
None Car'd for the Rape
Nor whether the Virtuous their luft did efcape.
Their trouble of mind, and their anguifh alone is-
For the too fudden fate of departed Adonis t
Y
let not every vain Spark think that he can engage
The heart of a female, like one on the Stage,
Mis Flute, and his Voice, and his Dancing are Rare,
And wherever they Meet, they prevail with the Fair %.
But fto quality Fop
Charms like Mr. Hop,
Adorn'd on the Stage, and in Eaft- India Shop,
So, that each from Mis felton to ancient Drde tfoan i§>
Bemoaning the death of the Player Adonis*
VI
Yet Adonis in fpite of this new abjuration.
Did banter the lawful King of this great nation,"
Who caird God's anointed a foolifh old Prig,
Was both a bate and unmannerly Whigg,
But Since he is Dead
No more /hall be faid,
For he in repentance has laid down his head.
So, I wiiheach Lady, who in mournful tone If,.
la charity Grieve for the death of Adonis.
Old
Fife t$ Purge Melancholy^ iif
iigftpiilip
OP old Soldiers, the fong you would heari
And we old Fidlers,have forgot who they were j
I But all we remember, (hail come to your Ear,
I That we are old Soldiers of the Queensf
I And the Queens old Soldiers.
I With the Old Drake, that was the next Man,
I To Old Zrancifcusy who iirft it began
J * Jo fail through the ftraights of Martllw,
I i. Like, an old Soldier &c.
I That put the proud Spanifh A'Mado towrack,
I And travel'd afl o'er the old world and came back^
| In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sackj
I Like, &cf
I With an Old Candijb, that feconded him,
I And taught his old Sailes the fame paffage to Swim,1
I And did them therefore, with Cloath of Gold Trim |
I like9 &g.
I Like an old I^leigh, that twice and again,
I Sailed over moft part of the Seas and then,
I TjigtBJJ all o'er the old World with his Pen;
{ x^ &g? ~ With
zz ViUstoVmgiMdmhdj*
With an old fob* tforrh, the General,
(That at old Gaunt, made his Fame Immortal*
Jn fpight of his foes, with no lofs at all.
Like, &c,
like old Brefl Fort, an invincible thing,
When the old f>ncm fent him, to help the French Ring*
Took from the proud Fox, to the worlds ftondring,
Like &c.
Where an old ftout Fryer, as goes the ftory,
Came to pufh of Pike with him in vain-glory,
But he was almoft fent to his own Purgatory }
By this old SouUier, &c.
With an old Ned Nerris, that kept Oflend,
A terrour to Foe, and a refuge to Friend,
And left it impregnable to hislaft End?
like &c,
That In the old unfortunate Voyage of all,
March'd o're the old bridge, and knockt at the wafl8
Of Lisbon, the Miftrels of Tonugali
Like &e.
With an old Tim xrorris, by the old Queen fent,
Of Munfler in Ireland, Lord ptefident,
Where his Diys and his Bluod, in her fervice he fpent;
Like an old SouUier, &c.
With an old Harry Norris in Battle wounded
In hi» Knee, whole- Leg was cut off, and he faid,
you have fpo^l'd my Dancing, and dy'd in his Bed \
Like &c.
With an old mtl Norris, the oldeft of all,
Who went voluntary, without any caD,
3To th'old irijh Wans, co'sfame Immortal?
Like &c.
JVitK
fits t* Tmp Mthnchdj. %$
With at old I>uk Wenmm% the firft ia his prime,
,That over the walli of old Cih% did Clime,
And there was Knighted, and livd ail his time \
tike fee.
With an old Nando Wenhmy when Brefi was o'erthrownj
Into the Air, into the Seas, with Gunpowder blown,
Yet bravely recovering, long after was know §
formoU&x.
With an old Tom Wemm, whofe braveft delight,
Was in a good caufe for his Country to fight,
And dy'd in Ireland, a good old Knight;
And m old, &c.
With a young NedWctm&n> to valiant and bold,
In the wars of Bobmia% as with the old,
Deferves for his valour to be EnrolTd 5
An old &c.
And thus of Old Soldiers, ye hear the fame,
But nere fo many of one houfe and name,
And all of old fobn Lord Vefcoimt of Tbms $
An old SouUier of the Que§nst
Ml the gucens eld Soulier,
Tk
the Ilofeful Bargain: Or a Fare for a Hackney*
Coachman, giving a* Comical relation, bow an
Ale-draper at the Sign c/^DoubIe--cooih'dRake
in &r near the new Palace yard, Weftminfter, Sold
Us wife for a Shilling, and how jbe was fold a fecond
time for five fallings to Judge; My Lord-.....'.....»»~
Coachman, and how her "Husband received her again
after (he had lain with other Folks thru days and
rights, &c* The Tune Lilly Bolero.
piipgliliiiii
ppgyipis;
There lives an Ale-draper near Nevo.p&Uee-yari,
Who ufed to Jerk the Bom of bis wife,
And (he was forced to ftacd on her Guard,
To keep his clutches from he| Quoiff,
•ill
She
Tills to Purge Mdamholyl
She poor foul the weaker veffel
To bereconcilM was eafily won,
He held her in fcorn,
But (he Crown'd him with Horn,
Without Hood orScaffi and rough dsjh* run*
He for a Shilling fold his Spoufe,
And (he was very willing to go,
And left the poor Cuckold alone in the Houfe ;
That he by himfelf his Horn might blow.
A Hackney Coach-man he did buy her*
And was not this a very good Fun ?
|| With a dirty Pinner,
AS I am a Sinner,
\ V/hbout H$od or Scarff, but rough, &£*
The Woman gladly did depart,
E Between three men was handed away,
It He for her husband did care not a fart,
P He kept her one whole night and day,
I Theft honeft fudge the Coach man bought her {
1 And was not this moft cuningly done ?
W Gave for her five Shilling,
| To take her was willing,
Without Mood md Scarjft but rough &c*
The Cuckold to fudge a Letter did fend,
Wherein he did moft humbly crave;
| Quoth he, I prithee, my Rival Friend,
I My Spoufe again I fain would have,
And if you will but let me have her,
I'll pardon what (he e're has done,
I fwear by my Maker, ^
Again I will take her,
Without Hood or Scarff% mdf0Ught &a
_ He fent an old Baud to interceed,
lAnd to perfwade her to come back,
pThat he might have one of her defeat breed *
§Aod he would give her a hayuch of Sack.
j%6 Tills to Purge Melancholy.
ilhcrefore prithee now come to me,
Or elfe poor I (hall be undone,
!Fhen do not for^o me,
<But prithee corn^ to me,
Without iiooi or Scarfft tho* roughs &€.
The Coachman then* with much ado,
Sid faff r thr Baud to take her out,
'Upon the condition that fhe would be true,
^ind let him have now and then a Bout*
Bat he took from her forty Shillings,
And gave her a parting Glafsat the Sun.
And then wsth good buy'te ye,
; Discharged his Duty,
jind turn*d her a gracing* rough asjbe run,
fhe Cuckold invited the Coachman to dine, -
And gave him a Treat at his-own expence,
They drownM all Cares in full brimmers of Wine;
He made him as welcome as any Prince,
There was all the Hungregation,
Which from Cuckolds-Point was come,
They kiffed and Fumbled,
Hiey towzed and tumbled,
He was glad to uke for rough tojherun,
fudge dots enjoy her where he lift,
^rie values not the old Cuckold's pouts,
And (he is as good for the Game as e're plft?
Fudge on his Horns fits drying of Clouts,
She rants and revels when {he pleafcs,
And to end as I begun
The Horned Wife-acet#
Is forced to take her,
WitbM Btoi or Sc*rfft mi rough &$ Jie mi
The
fits to Purge Melancholy. 27
The Maiden Lottery : Containing 70 Thoufand Tk~
kets% at a Guinea each 5 the ?riz>es being Rich and
Loving Husbands^ from three Thoufand to one Hun-
dred a Tear^ which Lottery mil begin to dmp on
next Valentine3/ Day.
Then pretty Lajfes venter now,
J^ind Fortune may her fmiles dHow.
C 2 Young
^8 '^|- Tills to Vurge Melancholy*
YOujaf Ladies that live 10 the City,
peet beautiful proper and tail,
rAnd Country Maids who dabling wades,
Here's happy good News for you all:
A Lottery now out of hand,
erefted will be in the Strand,
young Husbands with tr rafure, and wealth out of meafure
will fairly be at your command;
■Of her that fhnUlight of x fortunate Lott;
there's Six of three Thoufand. a Tear to begot,
I tell you the Price of each Ticket,
it is but a Guinea, Ffl vow;
JThen haften away and make no delay,
and fill up the Lottery now ;
If GiUun that lodges in ftraw,
fhall have the good fortune to draw
h Knight or a Squire, He'll never deny her,
'tis fair and according to Law;
then come pretty Laffes and pur chafe a Lott9
Here's Ten of two Thoufand a Tear to be got,
sThe number is feventy Thoufand,
When all the whole Lot is compleat \
Five Hundred of which, are Prizes moft rich,
believe me for this is no Cheat.
There's Drapers and Taylors likewife,
brave Men that you cannot defpife |
€ome Bridget and $enny, and throw in your Guinea,
a Husband's a delicate Prife:
71'en iome pretty Laffes andpurcbxfe a Lott%
Jkre's Ten of one Ttoufond a Tear to be got.
Suppofe you fhould win for your Guinea,
a Man of three thoufand a Year,
Would this not be brave ? what more would you have ?
f
you loon might in Glory appear, \
In glittering Coach you may ride,
j
with Lackeys to run by your fide, [
Fori
Tits to Turg0 Melancholy. * ijr
For why Ihould you "pare \u faita,win Gold and wear it*
nm vviia would not be fuch a bride ?
7hen com • :r^ Lajps and pur chafe a Lott,
Tkm%sjixiytfive hundreds a year to be got.
i QM Widows, sn^ Maids above forty,
I ' ftaM not br a .rr.itte;* to draw *
l Th r ** five hundred ami ten, as proper young Wkn*
'< .f-^-d, as your eves ever few,
VVh> fcorns for one Guinea of Ciold
to 'odgt- with a Woman tb?.r'« old^
Yr n^g Maids are admitted, in hopes to be fitted>
wi. h i:lusuandscouragious ani bold:
7ben come pretty Liffzs and pur chafe a Loit,
j Ihcre are rouhhy kind Husbands now^ ->ww} to be got &
! Eiad Men that are full of good Nature,
: the flaxen, the black, and the brown,
1 Both lufty and ftout, asd fit to holdout*
the prime and the top of the Town,
So clever in every part,
they'll pleafea young Girl to the heart $
Nay, kifs yoa, and Cqamfe you, and tenderly pleafe youj,
i« for Love has a conquering dart,
f • Then come pretty Laffes atid purchafe a Lott,
Jhers are wealthy kind Husbands now, nowx to be got.
Then never be fearful to venture,
but Girls bring your Guineas away,
Come merily in, for we fhall begin
; to draw upon Valentin** day: §
The Prices are nr.ny and great*
each man with a worthy Eftate |
Then come away Mary, Siby Sufan, and Sarak$
I ^omy Nancyt and pretty fae'd Kjte,
p For now is the time if you'll purchafe a Lott,
\ While wealthy kind Husbands they are to be got*
\ Amongft you I know their is many,
will mis of a Capital Prize,
v ^ P3 yet
go Tills to Purge Melancholy.
Yet ceverthelefs, no forrow exprefs
but dry up your watry eyes,
.Young Laffes it is but in vain,
in forrowful fighs to complain,
fShtn ne'er be fainthearted, tho' luck be departed,
for all cannot reckon to gain,
Tet venture young Lofts, your Guineas bring in,
Jbe Lucly mil have the good fortune to mna
A Song on the J li B1 L E.
COme(Beans, Virtuofo's, rich Heirs and Mufidans,f
Away, and in Troops to the fiibile jog ;
Leave Difcord and Death to the Coiledge Phyficians,
Let the Vig'rous Whore on , and the Impotent Eiog:
Tills to Purge Melancholy. $>%
Already Ityme opens her Arms to receive ye,
And ev'ry Tranfgreflion her Lord will forgive ye*
II
Indulgences, Pardons, and fuch Holy Lumber,
As cheap there is now as our Cabbages grown $
While mufty old Reliques ot Saints without number
For barely the looking upon, fhail be fhown.
Thefe were you an Atheift muft needs overcome ye,
That fir ft were made Martyrs, and afterwards Mummy*
III
They'il fliew ye the River, fo Sung by the Poets,
With theRock from whenceMortals were kaockt o'ths head;
They'll fhcw ye the place too, as fome will avow it,
Where once a She Pope was brought fairly to Bed,
for which, ever fince, to present Interloping,
la a Chair her Succeffors ftifl fuffer a Groaping*
IV
What a fight *tls to fee the gay Idol accoutred,
Wkh Mitre and Cap, and two Keys by his fide ;
Be his infide what 'twill, yet the Pomp of his outward,
Shews Servits fervorumt no hater of Pride,
Thefe Keys into Heav'n will as furely admit ye,
As Clerks of a parifh to a Pew in the City,
V
What a fight 'tis to fee the old man in poffeffion, 7i
Through Home in fuch Pomp as her Cafan did ride;
Now feathering of Pardons, here Crofting, there Bicffing
With all Ij.is fliav'd Spiritual Train'd-Bans by his fide j
As, Confejjbrs, Cardinals, Monks fat as Bacons,
From Rev'rend Arch-Bijhops, to Rofic Arch Deacons.
VI
Then for your Divertion the more to regale ye,
Fine Mufic you'll hear, and high Dancing you'll fee ;
Men who much (hall out warble your famous Fideli,
And make ye meer Fools, of Balloon and V Ajtbc \
C 4 ■ And
32 Tits to Vttrge Melancholy.
And to Ihew ye how fond they're to Kifs Voftn Mm£f f
Each fdre turns Pimp, all Nam Courtezana's. |
VII
And when you've fome Months at old Bahylon b«en~a, ,
And on Pardons, and Punks all your Rhino is fpent \ J
And when you have feen all, that's there to be feen*a f
You'D return not fo Rich, tho' as Wife as you went;
And'twiil be but final! Comfort after fo much Expence-*
That your Heirs will do juft fo an hundred Years heace-*i ;;.
4 SON G. The Words made hy Mr. D'Urfey 5
Set b) Mr. D. Purcefl.
Tiff* to Purge Melanchdy. 3 $
YOung Tbihv&er woo'd me longi
I was peevifh and forbad him \
Nor would hear his loving Song,
And yet now I wifh, I wifh, I had him;;
For each morn I view my Glafi,
I perceive the whim is going f
For when wrinkles ftreak the Face,
We may bid farewel to Wooing,
For when wrinkles ftreak the Face,
We may bid farewel to Wooing*.
life your time ye Virgins fair,
Choofe before your days are evi! V
Fifteen is a Seafon rare,
Five and forty is the Devil 5
Juft when ripe confent to doo't,
Hugg no more the lonely Pillow j;
Women like fome other Frait,
Loofe their rellifh when too mellow,
;S: Women like fome other Fruit,
toofe their relliih when too mellow*
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Ti&to Turge Melancholy.
A Toung Marit WILL,
^fe>£frP8Efr-ef-p--Efpyj-y?i
m&
mm
Hit'
fc±=fcfe
A7b»»g mm fick and like to dye,
His laft Witt being written and found,
X give my Soul to God on high,
And my Body to the Ground ;....,
Itoo fome Church-?nen do I give
Bafe minds to greedy Lucre bent,
pride and Ambition whilft they live ;
By this my Will and Teftament.
Item poor folks brown bread I give,
And eke hire bodies with hungry cheeks f
Toil and /we/ whilft they live,
4&dtafeed otiJ^ots and Z^rtv
Item
* Tills to Turge Mthnchlp |ff:
J Item to Rich men I beftow,
High Looks, low Deeds and hearts of flint*
And that themfelves they feldom know $
\ By this C?^r. x
Ik Proud ftately Courtiers do I Will,
I Two faces in one head to wear;
| For Great men bribes I think moft fit,:
Pride and oppreffm through the year.
tenants I give them leave to lofe,
And Landlords for to raife their Xgnt\,
jRggues to fawn Collogue and glofe,
By this &c*
i Item to Soldiers for their Fees,
I I give them Wounds their bodies full %.:
I And for to beg on bended knees,
k With Cap in hand to every GuU\
I Item I will poor SckoUars have,
1/ Far all their pains and Travel fpetit ♦
l fyzgs* $AUS *n^Taunts of everyKnave^v
J By this C&.
* -
To Shemders J grant this Boon,
i Which Mercury gave them once before 5, _
Aitho' they earn two pence by Noon,
To fpend 'ere night two Groats and more-5
And Bhchfmitbs when the work is done
\t i I rgive to them incontinent 1
To drink tv/o Barrels with a Bun,
By this CSV
To Weavers fwlft this do I leave,
Againft that may befeem them well:
^ That they their good Wives do deceive^
Bring home a yard and fteal an ell
And Taylors too muft be ^et down,
A Gift to give them I am bent y
^ To cut four fleeves to every Gownw
, By this £&•
NT
L___;____
%6 Tills U Purge Melancholyv
To Tavern haunters grant I mpre,
Red eyes, Red nofe and ftinking breath-:
And doublets fool with drops before*
And foul (hame until their Death -,
And Gatnefters that will never leave8
Before their Subftance be at! fperit ;
The wooden Dagger 1 bequeath^
By this &c
To common fitters I will that they,
Shall go in poor and thread bare eoats\
And at moft places where they play,
To carry away more Times than Groats*
(To wandring Players I do give,
Before their Subftance be aO fpentl
Proud filk'n Beggers for to live,
By this £?*.
3fo Wrenching ftnell-fmocks give I thefe*
Bead looks, gaunt purrs and crafy back:
And now and theft the foul Difeafe,
Such as (Jrtfgave to $ack.
To P<trr&ors I give them cliear*
for all their Toil and Travel fpent :
The Devil awav Sich Knaves* to bear*
%'thtB.Qk
1 wilt that Cmpitrf&s haunt afl Fairs,
And thruft among the thickeft throng!
That neither Purfi nor Pflcjte r fpare*
But what they get to bare atong ;
But if they Falter \a their trade,
'imd fa betray their bad intentt
I give them T$um for their (hare*
Byth&£&«
"To Serving men I give this Gift,
That when their ftrength is once dccay'i l
The mafter of fuch men do fhift,
As horfemea do a eoothlefs fa&*
Tills to Purge Melancholy*
Item I give them leave to -pine,
For all their fervice fo iH fpent;
And with Duke Humphry fat to Dine*
By this Cf*.
Ke$t to Miters I Grant withah
That they Spare nor Poke nor Sack $
But with 0rtft, fo e'er befal,
They Grind a Strike and fteal a Peek,
I will that Butchers Huff their Meat
And fell a lump of Rmijh (cent %,
For Wether Mutton good and fweer,
By this fifo
I will Ate Wives puniffi their Guefts,
With hungry Cakes and little Cans:
And barm their drink with new found Teeft^
Such as is made of Pi/pot grounds ;
And (he that meaneth for to gain,
And in her houfe have Mony fpent j,
I will Ihe keep a pretty Pmkr
By this .(gc..
To jealoufe Hsbtnds I do grant,
Lack of Pleafure want of Sleep'
ThatLanthorn horns they never want
Tho'ne'er foclofe rheir Wives they ke'ep*
And for their Wives I will that they.
The clofer up that they are pent;
The clofer ftiil they feek to play,
By this fifo-
For faravmgfwaggerers nought is feft^
To give them for a parting blow ;
But leaving off of damned Oaths,
And that of them I win beftow
Item 1 give them for their pain,
Jhat whea all hope and lively hood's fpent;
fA wallet or a hempen Chain,
$y this my Will and Teftament.
^
I
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3* Ws toFurge Mancholj.
Time and longeft Livers do I make,
The fupervifere of my Will:
My Gold and Silver let them take> .
That wifl dig fort in Malvern hill.,
A New Song, Sung at the Vlay-houfe.'
B$ Mr. Dogget.
=fc±:
IN the Devil's Country there lately did dwell,
Pi crew offuch Whores as was ne'er bread ia HelV
"Xhe Devil himfelf he knows it. full well,
Which nobody £an deny* deny | :>
Which nobody can deny.
There were Six of the gang, and all of a blood;
Which optn'd as foon as got into the bud
There are five to be hang'd when the other proves good,1
Which nobody can deny C&..
Bat It feems they have hither oSav'd all their lives,
Since th*y couM not live hone ft there's four made Wive%,
The other two they are not Marry'd but Sw------s,
Wi|ich nobody can deny■ (gc9
The
1
Tills to Purge Melancholy. jg,
The Eldeft the Matron of Mother five Imps,
I Though as chaft as Dhnaot any o'th Nymphs
Yefc rather than Daughter fhall want it ihe pimp%
Which nobody can deny Eft,
Damii'd proud and ambitious both old and the young,
And not fit for honeft men to come among
Adamn'd Itch in their Tail, and fting in their Tongue^
Sing tantarra rara Whores all, Whores all,
Sing tantarra rara Whores all.
i
A SONG.
~:pi~{±4f- ^^%t\^f^^ff^r^wrtt
EEzE::!^
\M Arr iage it feems is for Better for Worfe,
*-v-*Some count k a Bleffing and others a Curfe;
The Guckolis ar Bleft if the Proverb prove true,
And.then there's no doubt but in heav'n there's enough J
Of h-oneft rich Rogues who ne'er had got there,
If their wives had not feat "em thro* trembling and fear.
N Some
P4Jii Tills to Vurgt MdanchoTy*.
Some Women are honeft tho" rare in a wife,
Yet with fcoulding and brawling they'll fhorten your lifej
Youne're can enjoy your bottle and friend,
But your wife like an Imp Is at your elbow's end.
Crying fie, fie, you fot, come, come, come, come*
So thefe are unhappy abroad and at home.
We find the Batchelor llveth beft,
Tho* Drunk or Sober he takei his reft,
He never is troubled with fcolding and ftrife,
'Tis the beft can be faid of a very good wife,.
But merrily day and night does fpend,
Enjoying his Miftrefs, Bottle and Friend,
'A Worn an out*wits us do what we can,
She'll make a fool of ev'ry wife man;
Old mother Eve did the Serpent obey,
And has taught all her Sex that damnable way j;
Of Cheating an4 Cozening all Mankind,
,'Xwere better if Aim had ftiU been blind.
The poor Man that Marries he thinks he does well*
Ipirty's condition for fure he's in Hdl,
The fool is a Sotting and fpends all he gets,
The Chill is a Bawlisg the wife daily Frets,
Trias Marriage is pltafant we all muft agree,
Confuter it well there's none happier can be.
\A Satyr or Ditty, upn the Jarring of the twv Eaft*
India Companies. By Mr. Durfey*
Tills to Purge Melancholy,
ONe Men as lately Mufiag,
I went to the City to Poll,
Where Members then were a chufiag,
I chane'd to cake up a Scroll,
A flinging Jeft by my Soul,
It afterwards happ^n'd to be,
Tor the fir ft Words as I unroi'd,
Were Agree, you rich Cucholds, Agree*
Tho'th* Authors Brains did Ramble,
TheSence was Po'ynantand fttong.
I foon found by the preamble,
Twas made of a Trading Throng;
That to Etft'lndh belong,
As by the Matter you'll fee.,
For the Burthen ft ill of my Song,
Was Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree,
Their Golden Bags Increafing,
The old Company purfe proud grew,
Till at laft two Millions railing,
Some others, let up a new;
And they were for Trafficking too.
And Cheating by Land and by Sea,
And fwore they'd t'other undo,
Come Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, agi?ee»
Refolv'd to be thought Thrifty.
Tbey got Subfcriptions like mad3
\t Tills to Turge Melancholy.
Some wrote ten hundred and fifty,
A Thoufand more than they had,
I thought *em bewitch'd, by gad,
Or that I fotne Vifion did fee,
But the Old to truckle they made,
Come Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree j
A Thoufand Rogues and Cheaters,
In CortikiU you'd hear them call,
The Tories, and the Tubmeeters,
That roofted near Leaden*HaV9
Oh how tbeapfide too did bawl,
At thofe in the Poltery,
Par fhame leave aeling your Droll,
And Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree*
To the Senate then with Vigour,
The Old foon after adrefs'd,
Tho* half were chows'd by the Tiger,.
Thatwond'rous politick Beaft,
The Whilft the unfortunate reft,
In courie outvoted muft be,
Was ever known fuch a Jeft,
Come Agree, ye rich Cuckolds,. Agrees
Jho'balk'd by this Digreffion,
Yet moving another Spring,
They made amens the nexr Svffion,
And clearly carry'd the thing,
To Court, their Cafe then they bring.
And reverence made on the Knee,
But the anf*er got from the K--------
Was agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree,
Tho' kept awhile at Diftance,
Yet leaft they (hould totally drop,
They got a Legal Exigence,
And then were ftrajght cock a hoop,
But when the new ones did ftoop,
The t'other as huffiffg would be,
|; PiUs to Turgt Melancholy* 43
F For now agen they got up,
l Come Agree, Stubborn Cuckolds, Agree*
J The New with faife fham Stories,
j 0 f which each noddle was full,
I Equipt Sir W. N.
1 An Envoy to the Mogul,
I And he did the Collony fool,
I With Tidings that never wiB be,
I Were e'er Stockjobbers fo dun,
I Come Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree.
I The Old, that knew this Pafiage,
I And what Commiffion he bore,
f A Jolly Lad, with a Mefiage,
;i To Contradift it lent o'er^
I Another Pocket he wore,
I Five hundred Pounds was his Fee^
(It fhould have been as much mote, :
Come, Agree to that Mifers, Agree,
Ye Jarring Powers that rule m% ; _
! What foolifh doings are here,
Whilft tbtfe two Faftions fool us,
I No honeft Man can appear,
I No Mayor be chofe for a Year,
But that (brae trick in't will be,
Nor Knight can ftand for the Shire,
b Come Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree!
r What hopes, to have free Senates,
Whilft you are playing this Game,
! And bribe the Boors and Tenants,
1 Through Spite each other to tame,
1 The Church too Faith has a Maim,
Whilft Whigs, and high Tories, there be,
I Reform, Reform, then for Shame,
I And Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, Agree.
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PiUs to Tttrge Milancbolp
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AS 0 NG,
The Cavaker was gone, and the Roundhead be was
Was the greateft Bleffing under the Sun $ (tome,
Before the D-HI. ;o Hell lui'iyM outaad riptthe Placket of
Ay, and tak W Money too, (Lttter,
Chor. Cot blefs bat Mafter %owdhexd% and find her mil
(to do*
Now her can go to Shrevosperry her Planning for tofeflj. |
Her can carry a creat fharge of Money about her, |
thirty or Forty Groats lapt ia a Welch Carter,. •
Ay, and think her felf rich tea.
Chor. Cot blefs, &c. \
Now her can coe to Shurch, or her can ftay at home,
Her can fay her Lord's Prayer, or her can let it alone r
Her can make a Prayer of her own Head, lye with her
Ay, and fay a long C'racc too. (Holy Sifter,
Chor. Cot blefs, &c*
But yet for all the great Good that you for her have done*
Would you wou'd make Peace with our King, and let her
(come home,
Put off the Miilitary Charge, Impoft and Excife,
Ay, and free quarter too.
Chor* Then CotJbaB blefs four Mafter %$und&eAd% and
(fend far well to do*
A
Tills t$ Vwge Melancholy; 4^
rA SONG Smg hy Mrs. Crofs, Set hy Mr.
Jeremiah Clarke,
Divine AflrsA hither flew,
To Cynthia's brighter throne |
She left the Iron World below,
To blefs the Silver Moon:
She left the Iron World below,
To blei the Silver Moon.
Tbo* Vhmbus with his hotter tcamsi
Do's Gold in Earth Create \
That leads thofe wretches to Extreamt*
Of Av'rke Luft and Hate.
" "•" ~ '; . ■ : "A
V
TiBis Po Turge Melancholy*
A SON® in the (Surpriz'd Lovers.) Set by Mr.
John Ecclej, Sung by Mr. Bowman.
pippii^
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Tills to furge Melancholy.
47
^.mm^0m— |^J_2.|. «~»j£J—.-L~§ ^wf,,,..^,*.! -J~« kwM
WHen firft I faw her charming Face,
Her taking Shap and moving Grace;
My Rofie Cheeks, my Rofie Cheeks did glow with heat}
My Heart and my Pulfc did beat, beat, beat,
My Heartland Puire did beat;
I wifh'd for a, I wiih'd for a, do you, do you guefs what*
Do you guefs what makes Soldiers fight,
Soldiers fight and States-men Plot |
Subdues us all in every thing,
And makes, makes a Subject of a King,
Still (he deny'd, and I reply'd,
Away (he flew, I did purfue,
Atlaft Icatch'dherfaft;
;
But oh! had you feen, but oh! had you feenj
Had you feen what had paft between 5
Oh! t fear, I fear, oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear,
! fear, I fear, I have fpoii'd her Waft,
49
?ih to Turge Melancholy.
rA SO NG on the Campaigners. The Wcrds hy
Mr. Tho, D'Urfey, to a Tune of the late Mr, Hen*
ry PurcellV.
A*
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V'i&sto Targe Melancholy.
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NEw Reformation, begins through the Nation,
And our grumbling Sages, that hope for good tfages,
Direft us the way:
Sons of Mute then Cloak your abufes,
And leaft you (hou'd trample on pious elample,
Obferve and obey.
Time frenzy Curers, and ftubborn Nonjurors,
For want of Diverfion, now Scourge the lew'd Times:
They've hinted, they've Printed, eur vein it profane \s9
And worft of all Crimes 5
Dull clod pated Railers, Smiths Coblers and Colliers,
Have damn'd all our Rhimes.
Under the Notion, of Zeal for devotion j
The Humours has fir'd 'em, or rather infpir'd 'cm,
To tutor the Age;
But if in Seafon, you'd know the true reafon;
The hopes of Preferment, is what make the Vermit,
Now rail at the Stage.
Cuckolds and Canters, with Sccuple and Banters;
The old Fortyone Peal, againft Poetry Ring:
But let State Revolvers, and Treafon Abfolyers,
Excufe me if I Sing,
The Rebel that choofes to cry down the Mufct,
Wou'd cry dowq the King.
r
jd Fills t& Purge MilmcMp
A Dialogue between a Town Sharper and bis Ho*
JtefsySunghy Mr. Leveridge ana Mr, Patej Sett
by Mr. Daniel. PureelL
Sharp,
Bofl.
Wmm
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tlh U Purge Melancholy.
S*
*£§£:£^^
Jb&p. T 7t 7Hilft wretched Fools fneak up and down,
V V Play hide and feck about the Town;
Depreft by Depts, and Fortunes frown*
By Duns too kept in awe:
When ever my occaflons can,
And 'mongft my Creditors I fafl ;
I've one fine Song that Pays 'em all {
Fa, la, CSV.
&oft* Good morrow Sir, I'm glad to fee,
Your Humour 13 fo brisk and freef
I hope the better 'tis for me,
If you your Purfe will draw*,'
Y'have been two years at Bed and B©ardf
And I, Lord help me took your Word »
But now muft have what here is Scor'd,
For all your Fa, la, la, la,
D z Siarf
$•* Fills to Turge Melanchdj.
Sk&rf> My purfe fweet Hoftefs is but lank,
Bui I have Tome thing elfe in bank 5
And you at home 111 kindly thank.
With charming fweet Sol fa*
We'll fit and Chaunt from Morn to Noofc,
No Nightingai in May or $une>
Did ever Sing fo fine a Tune,
As fa% iat U% U% U, Ut &c
&ojl. You take me for an Idiot fure,
Will this fine Tune my debt fecure,
Or pay my Baker or my Brewer,
Or keep me from the Law,
To buy your Shirts there's Mony lent,
Befides in Meat and Drink more fpent;
And can you think I pay my Rent,
With/a, h> fo> h, U, U% &c.
Stop. I'll teach thee fuch a pretty Song,
Shall pleafe the Rich, Poor, Old, and Young;
Get thee a Husband Stout and Strong,
Some Country rich Jack*Daw;
Nay more 111 bring to quit my Scores,
A crew oi Toping Sons of Whores;
Shall Drink all Night and Charm the Hours,
With/*, lfitJa> h> h, /*, &c.
Bofl. Ye cunning Rogue this wheedling talk,
You fancy will rub out my chalk \
But I your fly defign will balk,
When you to Jayl I draw j
Your boafted Song's a foolifh thing,
For do but you the Mony bring,
%im'il find I can already fing,
J*, U, U% h% U> U% &c«
Tills to Purge Melancholy.
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SliplpI
Jfatf-. Well fince Dams Fortune is my Foe
And that I muft to Prifon goj
Let's have a Neat frisk or fo,
And then rub on the Law.
Itoft* Wellfince you're on the merry Pin,
And make fo flight the Counter-Gin $
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I muft confefs my Blood is warm'd.
And Heart I hope by Love alarm'd,
To laugh ha, ha, ha, ha.
You think you've cateh'd me now I fmile,
No that Til do at Night dear child.
Weil I'll the Bayliffs flop a while,
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the Fryer he pulTd off his Cowle,
The Devitt took him for a dunce of the Game* /
the Fryer took him far a Fcol;
He piqu'd, and rcpiqu'd fo oft, that atlaft,
he fwore by the Jolly fat Nunsy
If Cards came no better than thofe that are paft,
Oh i oh! IfhaUloie all my Buns.
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AH! How fweet are the cooling Breeze.
And the Blooming Trees,
When into hit Bower Love guides Mufiiora t
When we meet there,
The Nightingale fing pretty Tales,
Miftaking my Dear,
For their Goddtfs Aurora:
Geffamins and Rofcs,
A Thoufand pretty Pofes 5
The Summers Queen difclofes,
And ftrews as (be walks,
Oh! Venus, oh! how fweet are the cooling Breeze
And the Blooming Trees,
When into his Bower Love guids Mufidora,
Paffion, Devotion,
She gains with each Motion;
lutes too, and Flutes too, are heard when (he Talks.
?n/T\?h! ♦ °WSmct are the c00liflg *'"*,
And the Blooming Trees,.
When into his Bower Love guides Mufiior*.
Toting Guftavus, or the Ring of Smederf* Health •
Dedicated to all the Sweedifh Merchants in Lon*
don. The Words by Tho. D'ilrfey, f0 a March
of Mr. Jeremiah Clark's.
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DRink, my Boys, Drink andrejoyce,
There never was this hundred Years.
I: For Europe better Caufc |
| The Cz** is jnauTd,
• t His Foxes holM,
K In Shoals the Bears do fly |
I Tho''tis clear,
j His faeakiog here,
Was flily to be taught of us the Policy of War*
J Yet who'd have thought the Frantick Sot,
I Durft fall on our Ally ;
1 But he's gone,
J He's quite undone,
I »is Money and Artillery the Smci has won j
I Jreticb Meafures now will fail,
I And Spamfb wont prevail j
I This A&ion has turned the Scale ;
I Follow then thou Flow'r of Men,
1 The Spirit of thy Anceftor revive again |
I And whiift they howl and rave,
A Bumper we will have,
J A Health to Young Gufitve,
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PRetty Parret^^y when I was away,
And in dull Afcfence pafs'd the day
What at home was doing ?
With Chat and Play,
We are Gay,
Night and Day,
Good Cheac and Mirth renewing ?
Singing, Langtuag aD, Singing Laughing an, like pretty,
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Was no Fop fo rude, boldly to Intrude,
And like a fawey Lover wou'd
Court, and Teaze my Lady;
A Thing you know*
Made for Show,
CaD'daBeau,
Near her was always ready,
Bver at her caD, like pretty pretty Pol
*Ten me with what Air, he approach^ the Fair*
And how fhe could with Patience bear,
AH hedidandutterM:
1 Heftifladdrefs'd,
Still carefs'd,
Kifs'dandprefs'd;
Sung, Pratl'd, Laugh'd, and Fluttered
JVell received in all, like pretty, pretty Poll.
Did he go away at the clofe of the Day,
Or did he ever ufe to flay
In a Corner dodging,
The want of Light,
When 'twas Night,
SpoiPd my fight;
But I believe his Lodging,
Was within her eafl, like pretty, pretty Poll.
\ The, Three GoddeJJes : Or, The Qlory 0/Tunbridge
Wells, The Words by Mr. D'Urfey, made to
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LEave, leave the drawing Room,
Where Flowers of Beauty us*d to Bloom,
The Nymph fated to oVecome,
Now Triumphs at the Wells ;
Shape Air, and Charming Eyes,
Her Face the Gay, the Grave and Wife,
Jhe Beaus fpite of Box and Dice,
Acknowledge all Excells %
Ceafe, Ceafe to ask her Name,
The Crown'd Mufes aobleft Tbeais,
Whofe Graces by Immortal Fame,
Should only Sounded be,
But if you long to know,
Look round yonder Dazling How,
And who does moft like an Angel (how,
You may be fare Is flie.
See near the Sacred Springs,
That cure to feel Difeafes brings,
As Loud Fame of Idia Sings,
Three Goddeffes appear,
Wealth, Glory too poffeft,
The third with Charming Beauty bfcft.
So rare Heaven and Earth confeft,
She conquered ever J where,
Like her this Charmer nowv
Makes all Love-fick Gazers bow,
Nay even old Age the Flame allow,
That influences all,
Wealth can no Trophy rear,
Nor bright Fame the Garland wear,
Jo Beauty every Paris here,
Devotes the Golden Ball.
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The brightcft Lady of the Myf
Young Cfow lanoceat aad Gay,
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Sat Knotting in a ftiade;
Each (lender Finger play'd its part,
With fuch aftivity and Art |
At wou'd in-ftame a Youthful Heart,
And warm'd the moft decay'd;
Her Fav'rite Swab by chance came by \
She had him quickly in her Bye,
Yet when the BafhfulBoy drew nigh,
She wou'd have feem'd afraid,
She let her Iv'ry Needle fail,
And hurl'd away the twifted Ball \
Then gave her Strephon fuch a call,
as wou'd have wak'd the Bead*
Dear gentle Ytfuth ist none but thee i
With Innocence I dare be free }
By fo much truft and modefty,
No Nymph was e'er betray'd,
Come lean thy Head upon my Lap,
While thy foft Cheeks I ftroak and clap }
Thou may'ft fecurely take a Nap,
Which he poor Fool, Ohey'cL
She faw him Yan and heard him Snore*
And found him faft afleep all o're;
She figh*d-™—and cou'd no more,}
But Starting up fhe faid.
Snch Vertue fhou'd rewarded be,
For this thy dull fidelity 5
I'll truft thee with my Flocks, not me,
Purftie thy Grazing trade.
Go milk thy Goats and Sheer thy Sheep,
And watch all night thy Flocks, to keep|
Thou flialt no more be lufl'd sfleep,
By me miftaken M^id.
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A Song. Set ty Mr. Jeremy Clark.
WHIte the Lover is thinking,
With my Friend I'll be Drinking,
And with Vigour purfue my Delight,
While the Fool is defigning
His fatal confining,
With Baccut I'll fpend the whole Night,
With the God I'll be Jolly,
Without Madnefs or Folly.
Fickle Woman to Marry Implore,
Leave my Bottle and Friend,
For Fo Fooiilh an end,
When I do may I never drink more.
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The Country-Dialogue made by Mr, Tho: D'tlrfey,
Set by Mr. Daniel Puree!, Sung by Mr. Peirfon
and Mrs. Harris at Mrs. Mynro's Booth in
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WHere Oxen do Low,
And Apples do grow j
Where Corn is Town,
And Grafs is mown 5
Where Pigeons do fly,
And Rooks Neftle high {
Fate give me for Life a Place:
She Where Hay is well CockM,
And Udders are Stroak'd,
Where Duck and Drake,
Cry quack, quack, quack;
Where Turkeys lay eggs,
And Sows fuckle Pigs,
Oh!there I would pafs my day*.
Be On nought we wit! feed,
She But what we do breed 5
And wear on our backs,
Be The wool of our flocks f
She And tho' Linnen fee! rough,
Spun from the wheel,
*Tis cleanly tho* courfe it comes.
Be Town follyes and Cullies,
And Moneys and Dolteys,
For ever adiu, and for ever*
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She And Beaus that in Boxes,
Lye fnugling their Doxies,
With Whfggs that hang down to Bums*
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He Good b'uye to the Mail.
The Park and Canal §
St. $ames*$ Square,
And Flaunters there:
The Gaming hemfe too,
Where high Dice and low^
Are managM by all degrees:
She Adieu to the Knight,
Was bubled laft night,
That keeps a Blowz,
And beats his fpoufe;
And now in great hafte,
To pay what he's loftr
Sends home to cut down his Treet>
He And well fare the Lad,
She Improves e'ery Clad,
He That ne*er fets his hand*
ToBillertoBond*
Sle Nor barters his flocks,
For Wine or the Pox,
To choufe him of half his Days:
He But Fifhing and Fowling,
And hunting and Bowling,
His Paftime is ever, and ever ;
She Whofe Lips when you bufs 'em,
Smell like the Bean-bloffom,
Oh he'tis fhalihavemy praife!
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He To Tavern where goes
Sow'r Apples and Sloes.
A long adieu!
Andfareweltoo,
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The Houfe of the Great,
Whofe cook has no Meat,
And Butler can't quench my Thlrft.
She. Good b'uye to the Change,
Where Rantepoies range |
I?arewel cold Tea,
And Rattafee,
Hide-Fark too, where Pride
In Coaches do ride,
Altho' they bechoak'd with Duft,
1 Me. Farewel the Law-Gown,
f She* The plague of the Town,
Me. And Foe to the Crown,
J That fhould be run downf
I She. Witfc City-Jack-daws,
I That make Staple-Laws,
I To Meafure by Yards and EHs.
I Me. Stock-jobbers and Swobbew,
I And Packers and Tackers,
1 For ever adieu, and for ever;
I Cho. We know what you're doing,
I And home we're both going,
I AndfojOH may ring the BeSs.
A Health to the Tackers 4
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HEre's a Health to the Tackers, my Boys,
But mine A—-fe for the Tackers aboutf
May the brave Ertgli/h Spirits come to,
And the Knaves and Fanaticks turn out:
Since the Magpyes of late, are confounding the $t#e,
And wou'd pull our Eftablifhments down,
Let us make *em a Jeft, for they fhit in their Neft
And be true to the Church and the Crown.
Let ut choofe fuch Parliament Men
As have ftuck to their Principles tight.
And wou'd not their Country betray
In the Story of Jjhby and Wbiu%
Who care not a T—d, for a Whig or a Lord,
That won't fee our Accounts fairly ftatcd,
for C------U ne'rc Fears the Addrefs of thofe Peers,
Who the Nation of Millions have Cheated.
The next thing advifcable is,
Since Schifm fo ftrangely abounds,
To oppofe e'ry Man that's fet up
By Diffenters in Corporate Towns,
For High Church, and Low Church, has brought us to no
And Confcience fo bubbPd the Nation, ^Church ,
For who is not ftifl, for Conformity BiH
Will be furely a R------------on Occafion.
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Note ? You mufi Sing 8 Lines to each Strain.
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Now the Parliament Leards are fat down to command, §£.
ITe gang o'er the Tweed into bonny England % 1?
I'fe oft heard tAWiUy inEdinbwough town, If
Of his muckle great Deeds and his gallant Renown \ ft
But I ne'rc faw his face yet, nor kifs'd his fair Hand, 1!
So Tfe gang for that Honour to bonny England. I
To fave us in feafon he crofs'd o'er the Seas, J
Turn'd out Popifh Rats that were Eating our Cheefe | 1
Reliv'd us from %ome when we aw were trapan'd, I
*Twas weel he came hither for bonny England; I
He fought for our freedom, and finifti'd the work, [
He rooted out Mafs, and he Licens'd the Kirk; |
He Peace too fecur'd fpigbt of all durft witbftand, I
Forth* profit and honour of bonny England, I
He valloroufly, valloroufly Life did expofe, i ,
Then generoufly, generoufly guard him from foes; I*
Nea mcar o'th' Army fend heam, and disband, I
Ye Deaughty Law makers of bonny England. 1
But merry, merry be, very merry ye Lads of White- HaUt I
Sing derry, derry down, derry, derry down, derry, deny r
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Since C*fl/j pnly has the Art,
And only She can captivate |
And wanton in my Brieaft,
All other pleafure I defpife :
Than what are from my C#lW$ Eyes;
In her alone I'm Bleft.
When e'er She Smiles new Life She gm$$
And happy, happy who recives ;
From her lnchanting Breath :
Then prithee Calia fmiie once inore,
Since I no longer muft adore,
For when you frown 'tis death,
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Is the kind relenting Fair,
Who Reprieve us in Deffcair j
Oh! that thus my Nymph wou'd fay,
Come, come my dear, thy cares repay,
Be Bleft my Love, be mine to day,
Come, come my dear, thy cares repay,
Be Bleft my Love, be mine to day*
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Advance* advance, advance, Gay Tenants of the Plain,
Loud Eccho fpread my Voice,
Loud Eccho fpread my Voice, . I
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Loud Eccho, loud Eccho, fpread my Voice,
Advance, advance, advance, Gay Tenants of the Vhltii
Advance, advance, advance, Gay Tenants of the Plain.
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CEafe, eeafe of C^/7/i to complain,
Love, Love's a joy ev'n white a pain |
Oh! then think ! oh ! then think ?
Oh! then think how great his Bliffes,
Moving Glances, Balmy Kiffes,
Charming Raptures, matchlefs Sweets,
Lovef Love alone, Love, Love alone,
Love, Love alone, all joys compleats.
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(^Ome, come ye Nymphs
j Come ye Nymphs and evVy Swain,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swaify
Galgtea leaves the Main,
To revive ui on the Plain,
To revive u«, to revive us, to revive us on the Plain 5
Come, come, come, come ye Nymphs,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
Come ye Nymphs and e v'ry Swain *
Gaktea leaves the Main,
To revive us on the Plain,
To revive us on the plain,
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IAnthe the Lovely* the joy of her Swain,
By Iphk was Lov'd and Lov'd //>£» again 5
I She livM in the Youth, and the Youth in the Fair 5
I Their pleafure was equal, and equal their Qdtt 7
\ No Time, no Enjoyment, their Dotage withdrew 5
i But the longer they iiv'd, but the longer they liv'd*
* Still the fonder they grew,
*; £ A Paffion fo happy alarm'd all the Plains
J Some Envy'd the Nymph, but more envy'd the Swai&
,' Some fwore'twould be pitty their Loves to invade,
That the Lovers alone for each other was made;
A But all, all confented, that none ever knew |
h Nymph yet fo kind, a Nymph yet fo kind,
Or a Shepherd To true.
I Love faw 'em with Pleafure, and vow'd to take care;
|. Ofthe Faithful, the Tender the innocent Pair 1
t What either did want, he bid either to move,
l But they wanted nothing, but ever to Love ;
! Said, 'twas all that to blefs 'em His God-head cou'd dot
That they ftffl might be kind, that they ftiil might be kind,
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1 T>R5ng out youf Cunny Skins,
I XJBring outyour Cunny Skins Maids to me,
j And hold them fair that I may fee,
I Gray, Black and Blew, for the fmafler Skins,
I'fl give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins,
And for your whole Gunny
j Here's ready Mony,
'. Come gentle Jom do thou begin,
With thy Black Cunny, thy Black Cunay Sk:n,
And Mary and foan will follow,
With their Silver Hair'd Skins and Yellow,
The White Cunny Skin I will not lay by,
For though it be faint it is fair to the Eye,
The Gray it is worn, but yet for my Mony,
I Give me the bonny bonny black Cunny ;
f Come away fair Maids your Skins will decay,
Come and take Mony Maids put your Wares away,
Ha'ye any Cunny Skins, ha'ye any Cunny Skins,
Ha'ye any Cunny Skim here to fell.
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The Words bj Mr. Cioffold, 'Sett by Mr. John Wii-
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NAy pifli, nay pifh, nay pifh Sir, what ailes you 5 Lord!
(what is't you do ?
T ne'er met with one fo uncivil a* you 5
You may think as you pleafe, but if evil it be, ,
1 wcm'd have you know, your miftakea in me.
You Men now, fo rude and fo boiftrous are grown,
A Woman caa'e truft her felf with you alone:
I cannot but wonder what 'tis that fhou'd move ye ?
M you do fp again, Ifwear., ifwear, Ifwears I fwear, I
fwear J won't love ye.
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DRatf Cupif'&nw, and make ft :r Sflvh kiow;
The mighty pain, her fuf'ring Swain docs for her un—
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tConvey this Dart, into her tfcarr, and when flic's fet oa
Do thou return, and let her burn, Hkf meifl-chaftdefiit;-
That by experience (he, may learn to'pitty me,
When e*re herEyes, do Tyrgrjnize, oVr my Captivity,
But when in Love, we joyntly rrtove, and tenderly imbrictf
tLike Angels &iaes aad fweetly Join, to oae ancthers Face
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A Song) the Words hj a Vtrfm of 'Jgutlity, Set to Mu~
fek, by Mr. Robert Gary.
SOme brag of their Chloris, and fomc of thtitPhillis j
Some cry up their CSh\ and bright Am&ryUh,
,Thus Poets and Lovers their Miftrefiks dub,
And Goddeffes framed, from the Wafh-bawl and Tub:
But away with thefe Fiftions, and Counterfc it Folly,
fThere's a thoufand more Charms in the Name of my UoUj,
1 cannot defcribe you her Beauty and Wit,
Like Manna to each She's a Relifhing Bit *
She alone by Enjoyment, the more does prevail,
And ftifl with frefh Pleafures, does hoift up your Sail;
Nay had you a Surfeit but took of all others,
One, Look from my Dotty your Stomack recovers,
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The Franck Lever.
DEareft believe me without Refervatioa,
What neither Time nor Fate {ball e'er controul *,
Be you but kind and conftant to your paflion,
No ftormy change (hall e'er d.fturb my Soul;
1 Jeatoufie, the bane to Lovers pleafures,
;■ Far from our Hearts for ever will remove,
My full joy, what mortal then can roeafure,
Happy hi my charming MuJidor^% love.
i When with a Friend abroad I take a Bottle,
k Over your ~ltx regale with who you can;
r Or if yon find me with a Vizard Prattle,
Do you the fame with any other Man:
For Cblos's Face when Ogling I (hew Paffios* '♦"
' *Tisall but feign'd., lean ne^rinconftantW;
h And when at large I tope the red Potation,
^ Twill but more inflame my Hears with Love of dec,
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Moppets*. Jack-puddings, for Cuddens*Rope Dancing,
Mares prancing, Boats flying, Qnacks lying,pkk-pockets,
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I Pick plackets, Beafb, Butchers,.and Beaus. Fops
< prat'iing. Dies ratling. Rooks fhaming, Puts Darning,
Whores painted, Mask's tainted, ia Taily-mans Fmbe—
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Mufick-houfe go, fee Tailors, and Saylorij Whores
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Oily la Doily, hear Mufick, makes you fick: Cows
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Skippiog,Clowas Tripingjfome Joaking,fome Smoaking,
like Sp'tggot and Tapp«> Short meafiire,ftraoge pleafure,
thus Billingj and SwilHn^ Tome yearly, get fairly, for
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Pairings Pig, Pork, and a Clap.
The Mountebanck SONG; Set and Sung by Mr. Le-
veridge. in a New flay called Farewel to Folly.
EE, Sirs, tec here! a Doftor rare, who travels
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much at home! Here take my Bills, take my Bil&, I
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cure all Ills, paft, prefent, and to come; the Cramp,the
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Pox, tbe Mulligrubj, the Bonny Scrubs, and all, all,
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Tits t$F&£4 Melancholy,
all, afl, an, Vxnfarfa Box j Thoufands I've Diffe&ed,
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Thoufands flew eretkd, and fuch Cures effefled, as none
cVr can tell. Let the Palfie flbake ye* let the Choli-
.-rrJfck nek ye, let the Gftakw^hwak-yejlet the Mnr-;
—rain take ye j Take this take this and you are weD.
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Spleen { come Beau's who fprain'd your Backs,
Great-belly'd Maids, old foimder'dJades,and pepper'd
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jplrttrfe rr^rzrgtf „r-liifcri
Vizard Cracks. I foon remove the pains
4*fXa»s3 3tt^ #»jw thcI&Ys-fisk M^!4* £&£ Hot, th&
Cold, the Young, the Old, the Living and the
Dead. I clear the Lafs with wainf-coat face, and
from
92 PiSstofttpge Melancholy.
from Pim-ginets free, Plump Ladies Red, like S&r&cen%$
—head, with toaping Rat-tafie, This with a Jirk, will
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do your work, and fcour you o'er and o'er, Read,
judge and Try, and it you die, never believe me
more, never,, never, never, never,
never bc-4ieve me mere.
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KSi U fwgt Mtlmcholy.
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A Match at Stool-ball, the Words made to Ground
iy Mr. Thomas D'urfey,
|^Omc all, great, fmafl^ihort, tall, away toStoolbafl {
ga
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Dowa in a Vale on a Summer$day,aH the Lads and
Laffes met to be Merry; Win and Tomt Ha^ 2>/Vfc and
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J?"iK Kttt>DoUt Sue,Bcfs and Moll, with #«&#,and
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Bridgn, and ?<im«, and .Niwy {but when plump
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(he'd hit it farther than any j Running, Haring,
Gaping, Staring, Reeling, Stooping, Hollowing,
Whoopingi Sun a feting, all thought fitting, by con—
~fent to reft 'em} ffaB got Sue, and Ztol'got Hugb% ail
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took by turns their Laffes and Bo&'d 'em. Jolly
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Xgtyb was in with P^tho'freckM like a Turkey Egg,and
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Cows are. Tom melancholy was with hisLafs \ tor Sue
do what e'er he cou'd, wou'd not note him. Some had
wto!d her, b'ing a Soldier in a party, with Mtc-cgrtf,
i c..,
at
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Pi/fctoVttrge Mdmchoij.
at the feige of tiwti&% he was wounded in the 1
Senium, But the cunning PHi^ras mote kind to Willy%
who of all their Ally, was the ableft Ringer j
He tocarry on the Jeft, begin* a Bumper to the
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beft, and winks at her of all the reft, and fqueezM her jf ■
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by the Finger/Then went the Glaffes round,
then
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then went the Laff,s down, each Lad did bis
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Sweet-heart own, and on the Grafs did fling her.
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A SONG in the (Mock Marriage,) Sung by Mrr.
Knight. Set by Mr. Henry Puree!].
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fills to Furge Mcl&ichaly*
Vqv when the deed's done, how quickly you go*
No mors of the Lover remains,
la haft you depart, what e'er we can do,
And Stubbornly throw off your, chains,
Defift then in time let's hear on't no more9
I vow I will never yeild to*t,
You promife in vain, in vain you adore,
for I will never, no never wiU do't.
Tills to- Purge Melancholy. §<)
Jockey5* Lamentation.
Jpckey met with ferny fair
Betwixt the Dawnig and the Day*
And Jockey now is full of Care,
For 'fenny ftolc my Heart: away:
Altbo* (he promis'd to be true.
Yet ihe, alas, has prov*d unkind,
That which do make poor fockey rue,
For fetrfs fickle as the Wind;
And, 'tis o\r tfc Hills, md far awjy,
*lis o'er the Hills, and far amy,
3lis o'er thi Hills, and far away,
Tk Wind bis blow'd my Plad away.
jortey was a bonny Lad,
As e'er was born in Sc§tfavd fair j
But now poor Jockey is run mad,
for ferny caufcs his Dcfpair;
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loo Tills to Turge Melancholy* t
jockey was a Piper's Sonv
And fell in Lo^re while he was young;
But all the Tuoe* that he could play,
Was, o'er the Bills t and fur aroayt
And ,JiJt &c.
When firft I faw my $eiwy\ Face,
She did appear with fike a Grace,
With muckle Joy my Heart was fillM 5
But now alafo with forrow ki£l*d.
Oh was (he but as true as fair,
Twou'd put an end to my Defp ait %
But ah, alas this is unkind,
Which lore does terrify my MincJ,
ATwas o'er the IliBu and far away% j
"*Ts?45 o'er the Nill$t and far amy, f
''"Ttoas o*er the Hills, and far #nay% I
Jim Jenny fiok my Hean aroay. \
Did flic but feel the difmal Woe j
That for her lake I uidergo, \
She furely then would grant Relief, r '■
And put an end to ail my Grief:
But oh, (he is as falfe, as Fair, ■
Which caufes an my fad Defpair \ ~fi
She triumphs in a proud Difdain,
And takes delight to fee my Pain.
lis oVr, &c»
Hard was my Hap to fan in Love, a
With one that does fo fakhlefs prove,
Hard was my fate to court the Maid,
That has my conftant Heart betray'd;
A thoufand times to me (he fwore,
She would be true for evermore:
Bur. oh ! alas with4 grief I fay,
She** ftole my Hearty and run away*
'Tvus o'er> &c
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Pitts to PurgeMelancholy. Ic&
<3ood gende CupU tab* hi/ part, \
And pierce this faifr one to the Heart,
That fhe may once but feel the Woe,
As I for her do undergo 5
Oh ! make her feel this raging pain,
that tor her love I do fuftain;
She fure would then more gentle be,.
And foon repent her Cruelty,,
'Jis ofert &c.
1 now muft wander for her fake^
Since that fhe will no pity take,.
Into the Woods and ihady Grove,
And bid adieu to my falfe Love;.
Since fhe is falfe whom I adore,
1 ne'er will trufk a Woman more,
From all their Charms I'll fly away,
And on my Pipe will fweetly pla^v
77s o'er, Sec. / f
There by my felf I'll fing andfay,
*Tis o'er the Bills and far away,
That my poor Heart is gone aftray,
Which make me grieve both Night aad Day;
Farewel, farewel, thou cruel (he,
r fear that I fhall die for thee ?
Bur if 1 live this Vow I'll make,
To love no other for your fake.
*Tis o'er the tills, and far away,
*fis o'er the Hills, andfor awayr
yfteo'er the Hi Us, and fir away.
The Wind has blow'd mj Pkd amy*
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102 Tills to Turge Melancholy,
The Recruiting Officer $ Or the Merrie Volunteers*
Being an Excellent New Copy ofVerfa upon Raijing
Recruits. to the foregoing Tune.
HArk! now the Drums beat up agen,
For all true Soldiers Gentlemen,
Then let us lift and March I fay,
Over the Hills and far away,
Over the Hills and o'er the Main,
To Flanders,' Portugal and Spain,
Queen Ann Commands and we'll obey,
Over the Hills and far way.
All Gentlemen that have a Mind,
To ferve the Queen that's good and kind,
Come lift and enter into Pay,
Then o'er the Hills and far away \
Over the Hills and o*er the Main,
To Flinders, Portugal and Spin,
Qieen Ann, &c
Here's forty Shilling on the Drum,
For thofe that Voluntifes do come,
With Shirts and Cloaths and prefent Pay,
When o'er the Hills and far away j
Over the Hills, ti$cm
Hear that brave Boys and let 113 ge,
Or elfe we (hall be Preft you know.
Then Lift and enter into Pay,
And o'er the Hills and far away $
Over the HiBs, &£•
• TheCpnftahles they fearch about,
To find fuch bruk young Fellows out.
Then Jet's be Volunteers I fay,
Over the Hills and faraway §
Over the HiHs, (Sfr.
Since
PiUs to fuygt Melancholy.
Since now the French To low are brought,
And Wealth and Honour's to begot,
Woo then behind wou'd fneaking ftay,
Wh-n o'er the Hills and far away *
Over, &c.
No more from found of Drum retreat,
While Mir]borough and GxUaw&y beat,*
The French and Spaniards every day,
When over the Hills and far away \ CSV.
He that is fore'd to go and Fight,
Will never get true Honour by't,
While VoUntiers (hall win the Day,
When o'er the HiUs and far away.
Over, SV.
What tho* our Friends our abfence mourn,
We all with honour (hall return.
And then we'll fing both Night and day,
Over the Hills and far away >
Over, CSV.
The Prentice Tom he may refufe,
To wipe hi$ angry Matter's Shooes :
For then he's free to Sing and play,
Over the Hill and far away, fita
Over Rivers, Bogs and Springs,
We all fhall live as great as Kings,
And Plunder get both night and day, i
When over the Hills and far away, CSV.
We then (hall lead more happy Live?,
By getting rid of brats and wives,
That fcold on both Night and Day,
When o're the HiDs and far away, CSV.
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Tills to Targe Melancholy.
Come en then Boys zni You Mil fee,
We every one fhaii Captains be,
To whore and rant as well as they,
When o'er the Hiils and far away, &c.
For if we %o 'tis one to ten,
But we return all Gentlemen*
AH Gentlemen ss m\\ is they,
When o'er ti?e Bills and far awayf 8V,
HAMPTON COURT. J SONG, the
Words made by Mr. DHlrfey, to a fretty New
'Tunc mad% hy a Terfon ofJOuality.
Note: Tea mufl fing the fir/} 4 lines to the \ft. Strain.
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WHere divine Glorhtia, her VAtece late rear'd §
And the choicft delights, Art and Nature prepar*4
On thebankoffweetTtow, gently gliding along f
The Love-fkk Philander fat down and thus Sang *
More happy than yet any place was before.
Thou deVjbleftrefemblance other I adore|
All Eye* are delighted with profpe® of thee,
Thou charm'ft evVy Senfe, thou charms ev'ry Senfe,
Ah i juft lo does (he.
As tht River's clear Waves Zephyr foftly does row?,
So her breath moves the Paffions, that flow in my foul f,
As the Trees by the Sun, feel a nourifhing joy;
So my Heart is refrefh'd, by a glance from her Eye;
The Birds pretty Notes, we ftifl hear when the fpeaks;
And the Oeeteft of Gardens, ftill blooms in her Checks,
Had I that dear blifs for no other I'd fue ,-
Who en jays this (Vest Eve, who enjoys thisfweet Eve*.
Ha* all Paradifc too.
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lo£ Tills to Vttrgt MtUnchlp
A Scotch SONG. Sett hy Mr. John Barrett.
AH ! foolifh Lafs what muni do ?
My modefty I well may rue,
Which of my joy bereft me |
For full of Love he came,
But out of filly ftiame.
With pifh and Phoo I play'd,
To muckle the coy Maid,
'And the raw young Loon has lth me.
Wou'd tfochy knew how muckle I iue:
Did I lefs arc or did he fhew,
More nature, how bleaft I'd be;
I'd not have reafon to complain,
That I lue'd now in vain \
Gtn he more a Man was,
Tdbe lefs a coy Lafs,*|
Had the raw young Icon weele try'd me.
Tills to Tmge Melancholy* 107
A SO NG fa the Comedf cati (Juftfce Buify, or
the Gentleman-Quack $ ) Set by Mn John Ec-
cfes, Sung hy Mrs. Bracegirdle.
NO, ho ev'ry Morning my Beauties renew •
Where ever I go, I Have Lovers enough;
I drefsand I dance; and I Laugh and I Sing;
Am loveley and lively, and gay as the Spring :
I vifit, I game, and I caft away Care,
Mind Lovers no more, than the Birds of the Air;
Mind Lovers no more, than the Birds of the Air.
A
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A SONG, Sett by Mr. Willis.
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NOw my freedom's regain'd, and by^ Bmkus I Swear,
411 whining dull whimfys or Love 111 ca%re,
The Charm's more engaging in Bumpers of Wine,
Then let Clot be Daom'd, but let this be Divine \
WhUft youth warms thy veins Boy embrace tby Ml Glaff^i,
Damn Cupid zn& all his poor proielyte AUes:
let this be thy rule Tom, to.fquare out thy Lite,
Aud when Old in a Friend, thoul't live free from all ftnfe,
CftlX ewied by him that U pU&u'd with a Wife. ^
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Tills to Vurge Melancholy.
109
Mr. Dogged Country SONG, in the (Kingdon of
Birds) the Words by Mr. Tho. DWeyj.Sitt ty
Mr. Sam. Akeroyde.
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fkJfuniuifgi was as feat a Jade,
IVI As e'er was in our Town j
And I a lufty lively Lad
As e'er mow'd Clover down,
So clofe three years we ty*d the knot,
Our thumping Hearts went pit a pat,
Pit a pat, pit a pat, pit a pat:
And both fo pleas'd with you know what,
We thought of nothing elfe;
Whilft ding dong, ding dong, whim whamf
Whim wham, ding dong, ding dong,
Whim wham, whim wham, whim wham,
Whim wham, whim wham, whim wham,
Whim wham, whim wham, ding, ding,
ding, ding, dong rung the Bell?.
Our Sugar kiffes hony words*
We never thought too much 5
I dare be fworn no Knights or Lords,
E'trgave their Lacii^ fwh;
kTq Plough went I, to Spin w^r (he,
Oh how the D*ys ran merrily,
Merrily, merrily^ merrily, *
jOur Joy Since greater none cou'd be,
Fame round the Country tells,
jjSiug ding dong, Gte*
•Rare times were theft \ but ah how foon,
J Do Wedlocks Comforts fali
|The days that then were hony Moon,
Are Wormwood now and Gal!:
[per Tongue Clacks louder than a Mill,
i No longer do we Cooe and Bill,
fcooe and bill, cooe and bill, cooe and bin,
I But Jaugle like two Fiends of Hell,
Spoke out from flaming Cells, snd ding £fr»
Ding dong no longer ring the Beg*.
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fih to Targe Melancholy. iii
A Scotch SONG, the Wordshy Mr. PeterNoble*
Sm by Mr John Wilford.
BOany Seottifh Lads that keens me wee!,
Lith ye what ye what good Luck iTefundj
ffloggey i§ mine own in Spite o'th'De'el,
1 alone her Heart has won:
Near St. Andrew Kirk in Londm Town,
There .ITe, ITe met my Deareft Joy j
Shineing in her Silken Hued and Gown,
But ne'er ack, ne'er ack She prov'd not coy,
11 % ' Pills t$?urge Melancholy.
Then after many Compliments,
Streight we gang'd into the Kirk;
Tfterefull weel (he tuck the documents,
And flang me many pleafing Smirk :
Weel I weat that I have gear enough.
She's have a yode to ride ont;
She's neither drive the Swine nor the Plough*
What ever does betide ont.
A New SONG in the PlaycaWd (A Duke and
no Duke,) Sung by Mrs. Gibber,
Tits to ?wge Metihchoty,
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DAmon If you will believe me,
'lis not fighing o'er the plain |
Songs nor Sonets can't relieve ye,
Faint attempts in Love are vain,
Urge but home the fair occafion*
And be matter of the field §
Yo a pow'rful kind Invafion,
Twere a madnsfs not to yeild.
Tho* (be vow's (he'll ne'er permit ye,
Siys you*r rude and much to blame j.
A»d with tears Implores your pity*
Be not merciful for fhame:
When the firft affault is over,
Cbloris time enough will find f
This fo fierce and Cruel Lover,
Much more gentle, not fo kind.
A SO NG} The Words made to & Tune of the l#£e
Mr. Henry Purcel?*^
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TiSs ttr 2>f£« Melmcholy.
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DRunk I was laft Night that's poft,
My Wife began to Scold ;
Say what I cou'd for my Hearts Blood.
Her Clack (he won'd not hold;
Thus her chat (he did begin,
Is this your time of coming ttir
The Clock ftrikesone, you'll be undone,
If thus you lead your life;
My Dear faid I, I can't deny,
But what you fay is trae $
I do intend, my life to mend,
Pray leads the pot to Spew*
Fye, you Sot, I ne'er can bear,
To rife thus e'cry Night,
Tho' like a Beaft you never care*
What confequence comes by'tf
The Child and I may ftarve for you,
We neither can have half our due,
With grief J. find, your fo unkind,
In time you'll break my heart,
At that I fmii'd, and faid dear Child*
I b'leive your in the wrong,
But if t fhou'd be your deftiny,
I'll finga merry Song.
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F Tills to Vurge Helmholy. 11 f
I Tk:GelJing the Dively Sett Mi. Tho. Wroth.
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I Met with the Devil in the fhape of a Ram,
then over and over the Sowgelder camet
I rofe snd halter'd kira.faft by the horn$,
And pickt out his Stones, as yoij would pick out Corns;
Maa quoth the Devil, with that out he flunk,
And left us a Carkafs of Mutton that flunk.
I chane'd to ride forth a mile and a half,
Where I heard he did live in difguife of a Calf;
I bound him and gelt him e'er he did any evil,
For he was at the beft but a young fucking Devil J
Maa yet he cries and forth he did fteal,
An4 this was fold after for excellent Veal.
Some
y Melancfatf.
Some half a year after in the Form of a Pig,
I met with the rogue and he lookt very big;
I caught at his leg laid him down on a log,
E'er a man could fart twice I made him a Hog.
Huh, huh, "quoth the Devil and gave fuch a Jirk,
That a Jew was converted and cat of that Pork.
In Woman's attire I met him moft fine,
At firft fight 1 thought him fome Angel divine \
But viewing his crab face I fell to my trade,
I made him forfwear ever a&ing a Maid ;
Mtaw quoth the devil and fo ran away,
tm himfelf in a Fryers old weeds as they fay.
1 walked along and it was my good chancf,
To meet with a black coat that was in a Trance\
I fpeedily grip'd him and whipt off his Cods,
'Twixt his Head and k$ Bretch I left little oddsJ
O quoth the Devil and fo away tan,
Thou oft wilt be curftby many a Woman.
A SONG.
iEinBIife
When tfemmy firft began to love,
He was the fineft Swain \
That ever yet a flock had drove,
Or danc'd upon th€ plain:
'Twas then that I woe's me poor heart,
My freedom threw away,
And finding fweets in every part \
I could not fay him nay.
For ever when he fpake of love,
He wou'd his eyes decline 5
Each figh he gave a heart wouM move,
Good faith and why not mine:
He'd prefs my hand and Kifs it oft,
His filence fpoke his flame 5
And whilft he treated me thus foft,
I wifh'd him more to blame*
Sometimes to feed my flock with his,
$emmy wou'd me invite |
Where he the fineft Songs would Sing,
Me only to delight:
Then all his graces he difplay'd,
Which were enough I trow,
To conquer any princely Maid,
So did he me I trow.
But now for gmmy I muft mourn,
He to Che Wars muft go;
His fheephook to a Sword muft turn,
Alack what fliall I do?
His Baggpipe into Warlike founds,
Muft now converted be;
His Garlands into fearful wounds,
Oh! what becomes of me?
II8 P*& to Vurgt Melancholy.
A SO NG.
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iiUsto.Turgi Melmcholy. II$
Jilting is in fuch a faftion,
And fuch a fame.
Runs o'er the Nation;
There's never a Dame,
OF higheft rank or of fame,
Sir but will ftoop to your careffes,
If you do but put home your addrcffcs f
It*s for that fhe painss and fhe patches,
AU fhe hopes to fecure is her name Sir.
But when you find the love fit comes upon her,
Never truft much to her honour,
Tho* fhe may very high ftand on't,
Yet when her love is afcendant.
Her vertue's quite out of doon:
High breeding, rank feeding,
With lazy lives leading,
In eafe and fofe pleafuret,
And taking ioofe meafures,
With. Play-houfe diveriions,
And midnight excurtions,
With Balls Mifquerading,
And Nights Serenading,
Dtbaneheth the §e% into Whores Sir,
A
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Tills to Vurge Mehnchdy*
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YOU 1 Love by all that's true,
More than all things here below;
With a paffion far more great,
Than e'er Creature loved yet;
And yet ftiil you cry forbear,
Love no more, or Love not here#
Bid the Mifer leave his Ore,
Bid the Wretched figh no more %
Bid the Old be young again,
Bid the Nun not think of Man;
Silvia thus when you can do,
Bid me then not think on you.
Love's not a think of Choice but Fate,
What makes me Love, that makes you hate 5
Silvia, you do what you will,
EafeorCure, Torment or Kill:
Be Kind or Cruel, Faife or True,
Xove I muft, and none but you.
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POor Cleonice thy Garlands tear,
from off thy Widow'd brow 5
And bind thy loofe diAie'vel'd hair,
With Ewe and Cyprefs now:
And Since the Gods decreed his years,
Shou'd have (b Ihort a date ;
Let thy fad eyes, pay feas of tears,
As tribute to hif fate. ^
The treesa/duller green have worn,
Sinoe thafrdeaf Swain is goa 5
The tender flocks their pafture mourn,
And bleat a fadder moan;
The Birds that did frequent thefe Groves*
To happy Manfionsflf?
And all that once fmii'd on our Loves
Now feem to bid jne dye,
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FArewel ungrateful Traytor,
Farewel my Perjut'd Swain |
Let never injur'd Creature,
Believe a Man again;
5'he pleafure of poffrfling,
Surpaffesall exprcffiogj
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| But Joys too fhort a Bieffiag,
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|: •■ But Joys too fhort a Bkffing,
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I *Xu eafie to deceive us,
I in pity of your paiaj
I But when we love, you leave us,
I To rail at you in vain:
L Before we have defcry'd it,
|L There is no blifs befide it ;
r But fhe that once has try*d it,
I Will never Love again.
I The Paffion you pretended,
I Was only to obtain \
But when the Charm is ended,
The Charmer you difdam;
Your Love by ours we me.afure,
Till we have loft our Trcafure j
But dying is a pl^afure,
When living is a pain.
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HEre's a health to thofe Men,
That go with us again j
To chui'e Knights who can afford, Sir,
To iff ve withoutPenfion,
Oi ochcr pretention,
But Juft and Right is the Word, Sir,
'As for thoH that have pay,
We have nothing to fay \
Let the Souldier live by his Sword, Sir:
We're for them that are known,
Xfc-have Lands of their own,
And juft and Right is the Word, Sir,
Shou'd we chufe the Court Tools,
They will call uf all fools 5
Tho' a double sr.nt and a Lord, Sir; *
We are (lire we can t\ uft,
To the Right and the Juft,
For juft and Right is the Word, Sir.1
Then take off your glafs fair,
To do otherwife here*
Is un juft agaiaft R'ght and Abfurd* Sir;
He that leaves but three drops.
Shall have them thrown in's chops,
for Juft $nd Right Is the Word, Sir*
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CsOme Pair oae be kind, you never (ball find*
^ A Fellow fo fit for a Lover ;
Come Fair one be kind> you never fliallfind,
A Fellow fo fit for a Lover:
The World Chail view5 my paffion For yon,
Jhe World fhall view, my paffion for you,
But never your psffion difcover:
Jjie World ftail view, my paffion far you.
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The world fliafl view, my pafllon for you,
♦ " But never your paffion difcover;
I ftill win Complain, of Frowns stnd Difdain,
Tho' I revel thro' all your Charms,
I ftill will Complain, of Frowns and Difdain,
Tho* I revel thro* all your Charms:
The World fhaiJ declare, I die with defpair,
*.I die with defpair. I die with defpair,
P When only I die in your Arms |
When only I die in your Arms,
I ftill win adore Love more and more,
But by Jove if you chance to prove Cruel,
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I'll get me a Mifs,' that freely .will kiis,
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That at thy feet for mercy lies 5
What wouM thy cruel Godhead have,
See how he bleeds, fee how he dyes.'
Upon a noble Conqueft go,
And for thy glory and my peace 5
O make the fcornful Cxlu know,
The pains (he now regardkfs fees,
O make &c.
Dye all thy Arrows in my tears,
And fubtiy poyfan-fo each Dart;
That fpite of all thofe Arms (he wears,
The point at laft may reach her heart.
Revenge, revenge the wounds I bear,
And make our fortunes fo agree ;
Tfeat I may find that cure from her,
Which the may need as much from me.
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I met a'Maiden with Apples laden,
Hftd thus, thus to her I urgVJ my Song:
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K u me faid I, She anfwer'd no,
And ftill (he cry'd I won't, 1 won't, I won't do fo;
But when I did my Love begin,
Quoth (he good Sir, quoth (he good Sir, good Sir, I live
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*Twas Summer feafoa then, and fultry weather,
Which put- this fair Maid in a fweat j„
Said t cooie hither, let us together,
Go try to lay this fcorching heat:
But; (he deny'd, tfce more I cry'd,
And anfwer'd no, and feem'd to go§.
Bat wheal did my Love begin,
Quoth (he good Sir, I live in Lyrti
H& Kifs this Maiden, then was my intent*
1 feit her hand, and fnowey breaft \,
^ith much perfwafion, (he fhew occafion.
That 1 was free to do the reft:
jffoea in we went and Six-pence fpent*
I cry'd my Dear, fe cry'd forbear §
Hut when I did my Love begin,
Quoth (he good Sir, I live in lyru
Tftree times I tryM to fatisfie this Maiden <».
And (he pereeivM her Lovers pain \
Then I wou'd go, but (he cry'd no,
And bid me tty it o'er again:
She cry'd my Dear, I cry'd forbear,
Yet e'er we parted fain wou'd know3.
^Vhere 1 might fee this Maidagatn,
qpth (he good Sir, I live in Lyn.
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Since Love fuch a train o^ artillery brings \ f
Such graces and glories, attend my fweet Ckris% \
As are able to conquer and Captivate Kings,
Bach lovely feature, of this pure creature,
Creates a cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel Hng'ilng fmart;
Her blufhing Nofe is, as red as Rofe i%
It's glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing heat inflames ;
(my heart. ]
The charms of her eyes, what tongue can tell, j!
Of which each glance conveys a fpe 1 j I
And at diftance they look like two Frogs in a well: Hey ho $
But oh! the bal&rmck fcenfc of her Toes, p
And the nefiar that drops,drops, drops from her Nofe; £
And a comfortable gale from her elbows: Hey ho, Hey ho, >/
And ftill I cry in vain, O Love, O Love, O Love, Love,
Love, O Love, Q Love, O Lovei Love, Love, O Love, \
come eafe my pain,
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But her heart alas is as hard as a flint,
Let me dye if I think not the Devil is inft-
For always upon me fhe looketh a fquint: Hey ho
Yet nature at leaft has ferved her right, *
. In taking all her teeth out quite;
That tho* fte can bark (he cannot bite, Hey ho •
And indeed for this there was a juilcaufe *
For according to blind Cupid's laws, '
Love fhouid have neither fangs nor claws, Hey ho
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Upon the wings of Love my Dear I come,
No more I will depart from Thee and Home I
The Dreadful Boife of Battles now do ceafe,
Brave Willy is returned with Joy and Peace :
The Trumpet fhrill no more fhall found alarms,
And call thy jfwkey out of thy foft arms f $
In which Fit Lig and Steep both day and night,
And dream of nought but Pleafures and Delight
Each Bonny La«l flhall with his loving Lafs,
With Pipe and labor trip *t on the Grafs 5
With Cbaplets gay my fenny (hall be crown d,
And with her loving forty dance a round;
In Silks and Sattins tbtn my only dear,
The Blitheft Lafs in Tvosedxh {hall appear J
Thou (halt enjoy what e'er thou dolt defire*
And in each other arms we will expire,
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Nothing can her paffion move j
CalU with a caretefs Air,
Laughs to hear the tales of love j
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Darts and flames the nymph defyes,
Toys which other hearts beguile §
Pleafure fparkies in her eyes,
Gay without an am'rous fmile*
Cdh like the feather'd Choir,
Ever on the wing for flight j
Hops from this to that defire,
Flut'ring ftill in new delight:
Pleas'd (he feems when you are by,
And when abfent Ihe's the fame j
Talks of love like you or I,
But bdeiv'ft an empty name.
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Always eafy never kind,
When you think you have her Cure §;
Such a temper you will find,
Qpick to wound, quick to wcuad, quick to wound,. \M
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TAke not the firft refufal ill,
Tho* now (he wont, anon (he wi!l£
Tho* jiow (he tfon't anon (he will §
Take not the firft refufal ill,
She were not a Woman if (he knew,
One moment what the next (he'd do,
She were not a Woman if (he knew,
One moment, one moment what the next (he'd do.
If you*fl have patience (he'll be kind, kind, fhe'H be kindf
To day ne'er knew to morrow's mind,
Wait 'tiS you find her in the cue,
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Ambitious Woman can defire;
All Beauty, Wif, and Youth that warms,
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Yet yon may pra&ice ail your Arts,
In vain to make a (lave of me;
You ne'er fhall reengage my heart,
Revolted from your tyranny.
You ne'er (hall re-engage my heart, |
Revolted from your tyranny* |
When firft I faw tho^ dan g'rous eyes,, I
They did my liberty betray 1
But when I knew your cruelties,
Ifnatch't my fimple heart away:
Now I defy your fmiks to win,
My refoiutc heart, nopow'tffch'ave got;
Thb* once I fuck'd their poyfon in,
Your rigour pr.ov'd an antidote*
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NOw to you yc dry wooers,
Old Beaus and no doers,
So doughty fo gouty,
So uflefs and toothlefs,
Your blindnefs cold kindnefs j
Has nothing of Man 5
Still doating or gloating,
Still ft ambling or fumbling,
Still hawking ftill baulking,
You flaih in the Pan: x
Unfit like old brooms,
For fweeping our rooms,
You're funk and you're fhrunk,
Then repent or look to*t,
In vain you're fo up.fh (in vain you're fo upiffii)
You're down ev'ry foot.
$4* %$s t0 Tw%* Melancholy*
A SO N G.
Note: Tou mufi Sing 8 lines to tbefrft Strain*
LEt's be merrie biith and jolty,
Stupid dulnefs is a folly;
aTis the Spring that doth invite us,
Heark the chirping birds delight us;
Let us dance and raife our Voices,
Every Creature now re Joyces 5
Airy blafts and fpringing flowers,
Verdant coverings pleafant fhowers$
Each playes his part to compleat this our )oy3
And can we be lb dull as to deny,
Here's no foolifli furly lover,
That his pa.ffions will difcover$
No conceited foppifh Creature,
That is proud of Cloaths or Feature:
All things here ferene and free are,
They're not wife, are not a> we are|
Who ack*iowle% >kav: ns bkffings,
la our irnioum car^flk^.
Then let m Sing, let us dance, let us play,
'Tis the time is ahWd, 'cjs the Month of M4?t
fSs to Purge Melmcfalj. * i^j
A SONG. Sung at Holmfe's Booth in Bartholo-
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Shall your thun'dring Cannons roar i
No more, no more of War complain,
Peace begins,, Peace begins h er Halcyon Reign }
For now the TowVingf Bird of Jove,
Stoops, ftoops to the gentle Billing Dove.
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JOctey loves his J%&y dearly,
He gang'd with her to ferth Fair |
There we Sung and Pip'd together,
And when done, then down I'd lay her;
I fo puli'd berf and fo lull'd her,
Both o'erwhclmM with muckle Joy •,
Mog.W&d Joc\ey% fccley, Mog^y,
From long night to break ofday.
I told Mog- 'twas muckle pleafing,
Mog<rey cry'd fhe'd do again fuch;
I re ply'd I'd glad gang with thee,
But'twould waft my mickleCoyamuch:
She la m - nt**d, I relentcd,
Both w.ih'd bodies might increafe 5
Then m'd gang next year together,
And my Pipe (hail never ceafe*
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A SONG Sett hy Mr, John Weldon,
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SWain thy hopelefs paffioa (mother,
Ptrjur'd £flh Loves another,
In his Arms I faw her Lying,
Panting, Kiffiag, Trembling, Dying 5
There the Pair deceiver Swore,
As once (lie did to you before.
Oh! ftud you when She deceives me,
j* Wher* ihdi Conftant Creature leaves me j
Ifis Waters back fhall Hy,
I^Anci Je-svr their Ou^y Channels dry %
Turn your W*te^ leave your Shore,
For fte;jiii'dCW/i i^ves ao »norc«.. ■.'
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Since now the World's tutn'd upfide down,
And a9 things chang'din Nature §
As if a doubt were newly grown,
We had the fame Creator:
Of Ancient Modes and former ways,
111 teach ye, Sirs, the manner $
In good Queen Bejfes Golden days,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
I had an Ancient Noble Seat,
Tho' now 'tis come to Ruin,
Where Mutton, Beef j and fuch gcoi Meat,
In th* Hall was daily chewing;
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Of huming Beer my Cellar full,
I was the yearly Donor 5
Where toping Knaves had many a pui!,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
My Men of Home-fpun hooeft Grays,
Had Coats and conily Badges,
They wore no dirty ragged Lacef
Nor e'er eomplain'd for Wages:
For gawdy Fringe and Silks o'th* Town,
I fear'd no Threatning Dunner,
Bat wore a decent Grogram Gown,
When I was a Dame of Honour, *
I never thought Canthmdes,
Ingredient good in Poffet f
Nor ever Script me to my Stays,
To play the punt at Baffet |
In Riufe ne'er made deboach,
Nor reel'd like toping Gunner;
Nor letting Mercer feize my Coach,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
I ftiH preferv'd my Maiden fame,
I fpite of Oaths and Lying f
Tho* many a long chin'd Youngfter came,
And fain would be enjoying.
My Fan, to guard my Lips I kept,
From Cupid's lewder runner,
And many a Roman Nofe 1 rap'd,
When) I was a Dame of Honour.
My Curling Locks; I never bought,
Of Beggars dirty Daughters,
Nor Prompted by a Wanton thought,
Above knee ty'd my Garters f
I never glow'd with Painted Pride,
Like Punk, when th' Devil has won her,
Norprov'd a Cheat, to be i Bride,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
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(>' [ And Strangers that come near me:
! The Poor "to, always welcome found,
Whofe Prayers did itii] endear me.
! let therefore, whoa at Court would be,
No Churl nor yet no Pawner j
' J Match in old Hofpitality,
1 j Queen Bejfes Dame of Honour.
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\! of the Jarring of the two Eaft-India Companies,
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WHat are thefe Ideots doing,
That dayly their Feuds advance,
As if they were purfuing,
New Ways to favour France.
For (hame give over your Dance |
Your National Danger fee;
Nor longer forfeit your Senfe,
But agree, ye ralh Britain*, agree.
S'j Whilft Arrange and trivial Reafons,
*' The wbimfical Brain allures,
! You lofe the Happy Seafon,
• Thst fhould encourage your Powers.
"The Moafieur is at your Doors 5
1 And if he received muft be,
,The Shame and Scandal is Yours:
Then a^ree, ye rafli Britain*, agree. \ -;
! Ye Soaring High-ftown Peap e,
j, In Politicks fo profound
X You Climb fo ht£h on your 3te^pTef ?
! It makes your"irain turn rouad.
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Confider how you lofe ground,
If Foreigners Matters be;
Whilft you with Maggots abound, «,.
Then agree, Silly Britain, agree*
And you whofe fenfelefs Jargon,
Contentious Night and Morn,
Declaims agaihft an Organ,
As 'twere a Sowgueiders Horn*
Let concords Power adorn,
Your Hearts if wile you'll be;
Nor longer merit a Scorn,
But agree, Silly Britaim, agree.
'lis known you are richly Landed,
And you have a Place at Court:
And you the Bank hare Commanded,
And you have two Ships in Port;
Yet Hill ye reafon Retort :*
As if ye ruin'd muft be,
*ris an rank Folly in fhort;
Then agree, Silly Briww, agree.
Religion's Safety doubted,
Still makes the Nation groan*
You make fuch Stirs about it,
' Some wife Heads think ye have no&fr
But all is for Intereft done,
As fakh It likely may be,
Let that point ftated, be known,
And agree, ye rafh Britains, agree.1
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X D'dffthatSwerd,and take a FUile,
Wounds and Blows with fcorching Heat,
Will abroad, be all you'll get,
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Ye fimple Jade,
Begone, and don't prate*
Houfer&t How think ye I (hall do
With #<?& and Suer,
Ignotan* And all our Brats, when wanting you*:
When I am with Plunder,
Thou my gain fhalt fhare fug.
Houfew. My Share,
Will be butfmali I fear, •
When bold Dragoons have bin Pickering there,
And the Flea Flints the Germans ftrip'em bare i
Igftorm. Mind your Spinning,
Mend your Linnen,
Look to your Cheefe too,
Your Pig?, and your Geefe too,
&ouftwh No, No,
I'll ramble out with you,
Igmrffl. Blood and Fire,
If you tire,
Thus my Patience,
With Vexations,
And Narrations:
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fioujew. Do, do,
I am good at Thumping too,
Jgnorw. Morbleau,
That Huff fliail never do,
Jftuferv. Come, come tfobn, let's Bufs and Friends,
Thus, ftill thus, Love's Quarrel ends $
I my To: gue fome times let run,
But alas I foon have done.
Jgtwnn. * lis well yen y'are qriafht,
You'd eife been Thralht,
Sure as my Name's $ohn.
Eonfevr* Yet fain I'd know for what,
Y'are ail fo hot,
To go to Fight, where nothing's got:
Igvoran* Fortune will be kind, 2nd we. fhafl then grow.
ilQuftvj. Grow Great, [great too.
Yet want both D Ink and Meat.
And Coin unlefs the PampecM French you beat.
Ah ! take Care fohn, take Care, and Learn more
Igwrxn* Dare you Prate (Hit, [Wit.
At this rate ftill,
And like a Vermin,
Grudg my Preferment.
.HbufeWt You'll beg, or.get a Wooden Leg*
Jgveran. Nay if Bawling, '
Caterwauling;
Tittle, tattle,
Prktle, Prattle,
Still muft Rattle,
I'll begon, and Straight aboard, Faith |
Hou/ew. Do, Do,
AQciWfhall Bob and Sue%
fug too, and aH the ragged Crew.
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r&Nw BLACKBIRD: A SONG, in
the Wonders of the Sun> or, the Kingdome of Birds
by Mr. DUIrfey.
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*\ ft THiift Content is wanting
V V In the World below |
We to freedome chanting,
Life's true pleafure know,
Cloy'd, with care and dutyr ra ,-; ^- j
To Superiou r Sway,
They ne'er fee the Beauty,
Of one happy Day j
Profits Golden Follies
Half, the Globe Infeft %
Faftion, Pride, and Malice,
Governs all the reft.
Whilft in eternal Day ; Terry, terry, tzrrj, retry}
Hev, Terry terry, Sings the Blackbird-,
•Ah ! what a World have they A
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Cunt UfflVd Ambition,
Like a Tyrant Reigns j
Jorming new DLvifion
Hourly* in their Brains.
Sometimes peace Enjoying,
Soaae the y a League begin |
jSuIl one Mmarcb's Dying
Breaks'era all agate,
^SJtea the grave State-menders,
- For Rdigion Fight.
fSho* the hot Pretenders^.
N&ver had a doit;
Whiift here in lafting day 5 Terry, eta.
Warriors all are Princes*
When their Aid they want,
Jk^aies for Defences*
Prefent pay they grant,
But the work once ended,
They the Chiefs difown 8, 4
Who in haft disbanded,
Loudly are cry'd down.
Thus uncur'd they Nourifh,
Whimfeys worfe Difeafe9
Whither Lofe or F!ouri(h,
Never are at Eafe.
Whiift here in laftingday j. Terry, Sfo
Ihe fad Pamper'd City,
Grumbling at the Tax.
Think to Stint, 'tis pr:ty,
Bellies or their Backs.
The Rich Country Booby
Brooding o'er hi* Ground, x
iow'rs, and wondrous Moody,
Grudges four in the Pound.
Goflel Fermentation, banters all our Soul |
And to Fier the Nation,
Blacheoats blow the Coals-
Whiift here in lafting day,
Terrv, terry, terry, rerry, Sings the BUstyifi*
Oh}: What a World have they.
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w, f/&« Beau Defeated;) Sett by Mr. JohnEc-
cle>, and Sung by Mr, Bowman.
Mimichs an Old Woman*
Sings as himfelf.
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DE//<* tirM Strephon with her flame;
While languilhing (white laoguifhing (he view'd him)
*Xhe well drefs4d youth difpis'd the Dame,'
But ftiil, ftill \ but fti'flthe old fool purfu'd him:
Some pitty oa a wretch beftow,
That lyes at your devotion;
Perhaps near fifty years ago,
Perhaps near fifty years ago,
I might have lik'd the Motion,
If you, proud youth, my flame defpife,
1'fl hang me in my Garters;
Why then make haft to win the prize9
Among loves foolifli Martyrs.
Can you fee Delia brought fo low,
And make her no requitals ?
Delta may to the Devii go, (Delh may to the Devil, De-
vil go, to the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, go
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Stop my Vitals, ftop, ftop, ftop> itop, ftop> my Vital*.
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J SONG Sett by Mr* John Barret, aid Sung
by Mrs. Lindfey,
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Cj£Vu hence with Afl&ftatiou,
Heace with aO this caretefe Air |
Hypocrify is out of fafhion.
With the witty and she fair;
Nature
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Nature all thy artsdilciofcs-
While the pleafares the fupplles,
Paint thy glowing cheeks withUofes*
And inflame thy fparkling eyes.
Foolilh &elfo ttot to know,
toye thy "mt'reft and thy duty;
Jhou to love alone doft owe,
AH thy joy, and all thy beauty:
Mark the tuneful Feathered kind*
At the coming of the Spring |
AH in happy pairs are joyn'd,
And becaufe they love they fing.
A SON@rSettbyMr. Clarke.
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HOw ofteahave I cursed that fable deceit,
For making me wifh and admire %
And rifle poottf^ to ieara to intreat,
W&en reafon might check my defire:
Jor fagely of late it has been difclos'd,
There's nothing, nothing conceal'd uncommon §
No Miracles under a Mafque repos'd,
When knowing Cyntbitis a Woman,
Thor Beauty's great charms our fences delude^
Tig the Center attrafls our needle;
And love's a jeft when thought to intrude.
The defign of it to unriddle,
AV irgin may fliow ftrange coynefs in lovef
And tell you Chymeraes of hdnour;
But give her her wifh, the man fhe appro?e$f
No labour hell have to wins* her.
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rA SO NG in (Rinaldo and Armida) Sett ly
Mr. John Eccles j Sung by Mr. Gouge.
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The Jolly Jolly Breeze,
That comes whiftling through the .Trees*
From a—11 the blnsfuU region brings,
Permm—% upon its'Spycy wiag$>
With its wan—ton motion, curling,
Cur-ling, cur-ihg, cur-ling, chvcryftalRAtts,
Which down, down, down, down the Hills,
Run. run, run, run, run, o*er Golden gravel purling.
A SONG on the Punch-Bowl, to the forego-
ing Turn.
The jolly, Jolly Bowl.
Thac does quench my thlrffy Soul,
When a—11 the mingling Juice is thrown,
Per-fti-uvd with fragrant Goar Stone;
With k's wa—nton Toaft too, curling,
Curling, curling, curling, curling thenut-browa Ritef*
Which down, down, down, down by the gills,
Ru—a through ru—-by Swallows purling.
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'A SONG in the Comedy calfd the B If E R7 Sett
by Mr. John Eccles, and Sung by Mr. Cooke.
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CBloe Blufijr'd and Frown'd and Swore,.
And pu(h*d me rudtiy hom her;
I call'd her Faithlcfs Jilting Wlsore,
To talk to me of Honour :
But when [ rofe and wou'd be gon^
She cry'd nay whither go ye;
Young Vamonfaw, now we're^ione,
Do, do, do what you will, do what you will mWChhe;
Do what you will, what you will, what you m il with Ckhe,
00 what you will, what you will, what you wiil with Cbloe.
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The Vrologue, in the Ifland-Princefs, Sett and Sung
by Mr. Leveridge. .,
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YOu've been with dull Prologues herebanter'd folong,
^ They Signify nothing, or lefs than a Song:
Tiling you a Ballad this tune we thought fit %
For Sound has oft nickt you, when Sence could not hit.
Then Ladies be kind, and Gentlemen mind \
Wit Capers, play Sharpers, loud Bullies, tame CulKes,
Sow grumblers, Wench Fumblcrs, give Ear ev'ry Man:
Mt bb'd Sinners in Pinners, k'-pt Poppers, Bench-Hoppers,
High-Flyers, Pitt Piyers, be ftiil if you can;
You're all in Damnation* you'r all in Damnation for Lead*
Qng the Van.
Ye Side-Box Gallants, whom tht Vulgar call Beau?,
Admirers of Self, and nice Judges of Cloaths ;
Who now the War's over crofs boldly the Main*
Yet ne'er were at Seiges, imkii at Campeigue ,
Spare all on the Stage, Love in every Age ?
Young Tattles, Wild Rattles, Fan-Tearers, Mask-Fleerefs,
Old Coafters, Love Bosfters, whofet up iox Truth;
Young Graces, Black Faces, forae Faded, force Jaded,
Old Mothers, and other's, Who've yet a Colts Tooth;
See us aft that in Winter, you'd ail aft in Youth.
You Gallery Haunters, who love to lye fnug,
And maunch Apples or Gakes, while fome Neighbour
[youhugg;
Ye Lofties, Genteel*, who above us all fit,
And look down with Contempt, on the Mob in the Pit,
Here's what you like beft, jigg, Song, and the reft $
Free Laughers, Clofe Graffcn, Dry Jokers, Old Soakers;
Kind Cozens, by Dozens, your Cuftoms don't break:
Sly Spoufes with Bloufes, Grave Hocners, in Corners ;
Kind No-wits, fave Poets, clap till your Hands ake,
And tho* the Wits Damn us, we'll fay the Whims take,
tih to Purge Mehncholy.
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A SO NG Sett by Mr. John Eccle*, and Sung
by Mr. Gouge, in the Farce wll'd (Women will
have their Wills.}
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BEUnda's pretty, pretty, pleafing Form,
Does my happy, happy, happy, happy Fancy charm;
Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's an engaging, moft o-
[bilging $
Whiift Vm preffing, clafping, kifling,
Oh! oh ! how She does my Soul alarm:
There is fuch Mag'ck in her Eyes,
Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes,
Does my wond'jring Heart Surprife: ^
Her prinking, a imping, twinking, pinking,
Whiift I'm, courting, for tranfporting,
How like an Angel She panting lye*, She panting liet*
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VihtoTmgt Melancholy.
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A Song in the Loves of Mars md Venui, Sett If
Mr. J, Eccles, Sung by Mrs. Hudfon.
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TO meet her Marsthe Qyeen of Love,
Comes here adorn'd with all her Charms}
The Warriour beft the Fair can move,
And crowns his toils in Beauty's arms :
tThe Warriour beft the Fair can move,
And crowns his toils in Beauty's arms.
i<58 TiUi t$ Purge MeXmchAf.
A Song in the Loves of Mars and Venus, Sett by
Mr. J. Eccle*, Sung by Mr. Bracegirdle.
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FLy, fly ye lazy Hours, haft bring him here*
Swift, fwift as roy fond wifces are \
When we Love, and Love to rage,
Ev'ry moment feeais image:
when we Love, and Love, to rage,
Ev'ry moment foetus an gge. ^
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^Scotch SONG, Sung by Mrs. Ballden.
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Oli! my panting, panting Heart,
Why To Young and why fo fad 5
Why does pleafure feera a Smart,
Or I wretched while I'm Glad?
Oh! LoversGoddefs, whowertfonrt'dj
From Cold and Icye9 IcyeSeai;
Inftruft me why I am elms Warned,
And Darts at once caa Wound and pleafc*
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A S 0 NG en a Ladies Drinking.
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HHft PMKr is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance,
With Forces United, bids refiftieft defi mce:
Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine fparkle Higher.
And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Firet
Her Cheeks grow the Brighter recruiting their Colour;
. As Flowers by fprinkling revive with frefh Odour;
I .J1 ?""* dipt in Wine» Love woun(»3 beyond cudnz
I- And the Liquor like Oyl makes the flame more endurin*
I! Thfirfi SO KG, Sung by Mr. Prince, in the
1 (Maid in the Mill.)
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f Ow longj how long (hall I pine for Love,
How long fhall I Sue in vain,
How long, bow long like the Turtle Dove,
Muft I heavily thus convpla:n ?
Shall the Sails of my Love fhnd ftill,
Shall the grift of my hopes be ungrcimd ?
Oh fye, of fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill,
Let thcMiii go round,let the Mili,let the Mill go round.
the Saylors SONG in the SuhfcriptionMufick, Sm
by Mr. Weldon, Sung by Mr. Dogget.
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We Punch it, we Punch it, we P^nch ::\
We Punch it,- we Punch it a Bjani wi-J: Cjuracie,
WfrSing Laugh t,od Gu»g, and in Harr.p.G*ks"**'£ v?h$;
Aad Hay, h^y, hay,, hav, hay my brays (Joy^ S-//r>sib,
We S>i\d LitKU and Cling, anrt in Hammocks v\e f*'if*g 5
We Sing La ,sS and Cling/ and in Harcwiocks we f*iog,
Aad hay, ha;* hay, hay, hay my bravw Buys Eoayiago.
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A SONG Sett hy Mr. Daniel Puree!!, and Sung
ax the Theatre Royal in Drury-Lane.
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C1X^ make your Virgins tender,
J Make 'em eafy to be won j
L?t 'em prefently furrender,
When the treatys once begun;.
Such as like a tedious wooing,
Let 'em cruel Damfels find ;
But let fuch as wou'd, as wou*d* be doing,
Prithee, prithee, prithee Cupid make 'em kind,.
Brithee, prithee Cupid make.'em kind.
! A Scotch Song fang by Mrt. Willis at the Theatre,
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IV The Laird of aw t he' elan $
Whom Is'e Love but fear,
Bscaufe a muckle Man :
But what if he's great,
He defcends from Kn State \
&nd receive him, receive him as you can.
Cotne my Bonny Bfith Lads,
Shew your bsft Luke*and Plads 5
Our Laird is here,
Whotn we fhou'd Love;
And who fhou'd approve,
Our refpeS as well as fear^
For the Laird is here whom we Love and fear.
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rA SONG in the Comedy called Lwe betray* d9 Smg
by Mrs. Bracegirdle, Sen by Mr. John Eccles.
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IF I hear Orinda Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart j
]f I bear Orinda Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart :
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart *
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart.
Beauty's ftreegth andTreafure,.
In Falfhood ftill remain i
She gives the greateft pleafure,
That gives the greateft Pain,
That gives the greateft Pain $
She gives the greateft pleafure;
She gives the greateft pleafure,
That gives the greateft pain |
She gives the greateft pleafure,
She gives the greateft pleafure 5
That gives the greateft Pain,
Jhat^iyes the greateft Paia.
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A Scotch SONG Sung by Mr. Leveridgei the
Words by Mr. D'Urfey.
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FArewel my Bonny, bonny witty, pretty Moggy,
And aw the Rofie Lades, milking on the Down 5
A dieu the Flowry Meadows, late fo dear to Jockey,
The f ports and merry glee, of Edinbcrougb Town.
Since French and Spanifh Loons, (land at Bay,
And Valliant Lads of Britain, hold *em Play $
My Reap-huke, I mun throw quite awayi
And Fight to, like a man,
Among 'em for our Royal Queen Ame*
Each Carle of Jrijb mettle, battles like a Dragon f
The German waddles and ftradles to the Drum,
|The Italian and the buttered bowzy Hogan Mogan,
Gud feth then Scottilh tfockey may not tig at Home;
For fince they're ganging to Hunt Renown,
And fwear they'll quickly ding the Monlieur Down;
ITe follow for a pluck at his Crown,
To (hew that ScotUvd can,
Excel! 'cm for our Royal Queen Ame.
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Then welcome from Vig^
And Cudgelling Don Diego%
With Bouger Rafcallions,
And Plundring the Galloons s
Eaeh Brisk vallianc fellow,
taught at Rodondello,
And thofe who did meet,
Wiethe Hew found Land Fleet
Then for late fucceffes.
Which Europe Conftflfes,
At Land by our gallant Commanders,
The DiKch in ftroag Beer,
ShouM be drunk for one year,
With their Generals Health, in Flanders.
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Stit ty Mr* John Eccles, Sung by Mrs Hodgfon.
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FYe Ammttis ceafe to gretve,
Fy> fy» fy> fy» ceafe, ceafe to gfeive,
' I Fy, fy, fy, fy, ceafe, ceafe to grieve*,
[ For him thou never can ft retreive %
I Wilt thou figh for one that fly's thee,
I Wilt thou figh for one that fly's thee,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretd!P
Scorn the wretch, that Love deny's thee,
Scorn the wretch, fcorn the wretch,
That Love, that Love deny's thee,
\ CaO Pride to thy aid, and be not affiraid,.
Of meeting a Swaia that is Kind 5
\ As handfome as he5 perhaps he may be,
| At leaft, at leaft a'more Generous Mind: ;~yj3
I As haadfome as he, perhaps he may be,
I At leaft a more Generous Mind,
"f At leaft a more Generous Mind.
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tA SONG in the (Funeral) Sung by Mrs. Harris,
Sett by Mr. Daniel Purcefl.
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LEt not Love, let not Love on me, on me bsftow,
Soft diftxefs, foft diftrefs and tender woe ;
I know none, no, no, no, none but fubftanttal Sliff*t>
Eager Glances, eager Glances, foIidKiffes;
I know not what the Lover feign,
Of finer Pleafure mixt with Pain ;
Then prithee, prithee give me gentle boy,
None of thy Grief, bat all, aO, ail, ail, but all, ail, all, all,
[%% all the jay,
But all, all, all, all, all, all the joy.
Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all but all,all, all, allf
[all, all the joy,
Butal!,ail,all,all,ail,aUthejpy,
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J SONG Sung at Richmond New Wells, the
Words hy M. S. Sett by Mr. Morgan.
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A thoufand fighs may after coft;
I>efires may oft return in vain,
But Youth will ne'er return again.
Defires may oft return in vain,
But Youth will ne'er return again.
The fragrant fweats which do adorn,
The glowing bluflies of the morn j
By Noon are vanifhM all away,
Tpieu let's AnrelU liyc today,
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Love's Conquejr*
AS unconcern *d and free as Air,
I did retain ray liberty |
Laugh'd at the fetters of the Fair,
And fcorn'd a beauties (lave to be:
Till your bright eyes furpnYd my heart,
And firft inform'd me bow to Love;
.Then pleafure did invade each part,.
Yet to conceal my flame I ftrove. fe
^88 Pills to Purge Melancholy.
As Indians at a diftance pay,
Their awful rtvereace to the Sun ;
And dare cot till he'll blefs the day,
Seem to have any thing begun:
Jhus Ireft, till your (miles invite,
My Looks and Thoughs I do conftralo $
And tremble to exprefs delight,
Unkfs you pleafe to eafe my pain*
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As Amoret and Thyrfis lay $ [play,
j Melting, melting, melting, melting the hours in gentle
! Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces* mingling kifles,
s Mingling kifles, mingling kifles, and exchanging harmlefs
j [bliffes;
! He trembling cry'd with eager, eager haft,
| Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me,
! Let me, let me feed; oh! oh! oh ! oh ! let me, let me,
[ [let me, let me feed as well as taft $
! I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye,
j I dye, if I'm not wholly bleft.
The fearful Nymph replyd forbear,
I cannot, dare not, muft not hear |
| Deareft Tbjrfis, do not move me,
Do not, do not if you Love me:
I O let me ftifl, the Shepherd (aid, J
But while (he fond refiftance m^de} L
The hafty joy in ftruggiing fled. j
i Vex'd at the pleafure fhe had mifs'd,
| She frown*d and blufh'd, and figh'd and klff'd ;
1 And feem'd to mcfan, in fallen cooing,
| The fad mifcarriage of their Wooing;
; But vain alas! were all her charms \ "}
I For Thirfis deaf to Loves allarms, V
\ Baffled and fenfeleft, tir'd her Arms. y
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In the middle of all the Green j
And Peggy was his delight.
And good fport was to be feen.
But ever (he cry'd Brave fygcr,
I'll drink a whole glafsto thee:
But as for $ohn of the Green,
I care not a Pin for him.
Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Draggons,
A nd O brave Roger a Cauverly\
Hoggins, and Wiggins, Pints, aadFlaggons,
Oh braved.
H e took her by the middle
And taught her by the Floot:
Wen done brave Roger quoth (he,
Thou haft not left thy old Wont,
But ever fhecry'd &c9
He clapther upon the buttock,
And forth (he let a fart;
/ My belly quoth (he is cafed by thee,
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Let the Hautboy* play j
^ And his Troops in the dofe,
Shall Huf-fa, Huf-fa, Huf-fa.-
And now, now the Duke's March,
Let the Haut-boys play,
And his Troops in the dole,
Shall Huf-fa,. Huf fa, HuPfa, Huf-fa*
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COrinns. I excufc thy face,
thofe erring lines, which Nature drew f
When I refleft thatev*ry graee,
Thy mind adorns, is juft and true;
But oh thy Wit what God has fent,
Surprifing Airy unconfin'd %
Some wonder fure AfoRo meant.
And fhofc himiclt into thy mind.
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A %Squirts Choice; or, The Coy Lzdfs Beauty bj
iimadmifd. Tune of Iamhe, Page 79.
The World is a Bubble, and full of decoys,
Her glittering Pleafures are flattering Toys,
The which in themfelves no true Happinefs brings, i
Rich Rubies, nay Diamonds, Chains, Jewels and Rings M
They are but as Drofs, and in time will decay, I
So will Virgin Beauty, fo will Virgo Beauty,
tho' never fo gay.
Then boaft not young VbiUis^ becaufe thou art fair,
Soft Rofes and Lillies more beautiful are,
Than ever thou waft, when they in their prime,
And yet do they fade in a very fhort time,
All temporal Glories in time will decay,
So will Virgin Beauty, fo will Virgin Beauty,
tho' never fo gay.
Since all things are changing and nothing will laft,
Since Years, Months, and Minutes thy Beauty will blaft?
Like Flowers that fade in the fall of the Leaf,
Afford me thy Favour and pitty my Grief $
E'er thy Youth and Beauty do's clearly depart,
For thou art my Jewel, for thou art my Jewel,
the Joy of my Heart.
I value not Riches, for Riches I have,
I value not Honour, no Honour I crave,
But what thou art able to blefs me withalf
And if by thy Frowns to Defpair I (hould fall,
Then Farewei thofe Joys which fo long I have fought*
To languish in Sorrow, to languifh in Sorrow*
alas! I am brought,
I come not to flatter, as many have done,
Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I {hall run
DiftraSed, as being difturbed in mind \
Then now, now, or never be loving and kind,
This Day thou canft cherifli my forrowfui State,
To morrow fweet Jewel, tomorrow fweet Jewef,
it may be to© late.
You know that young Women hat raii'd againft Men,
And counted them falfe and bafe flatterers, when
We find that your Sexs are as cruel to us,
Or elfe you would never have tortur'd me that,
A% now you have done by your Darts of Difdain |
You know that I love you, you know that I love you,
Yet an is in vain.
The Damfels Anpwer^ To the fame Tune.
Now dry up thy Tears, and no longer exclaim,
Againft thy fair beautiful HiUis by name,
Who never as yet was acquainted with Love ;
Yec here I declare by the Powers above,
I cannot be cruel to one that is true,
Wherefore bid thy Sorrows, wherefore bid thy Sorrows
for ever adieu.
With all the affeftions that Words can exprefs,
I freely furrender, and can do no iefs,
When as I confider in e'ery Degree,
How loyal and faithful thou haft been to me ,
I cannot be cruel to one that is true,
And fo bid thy Sorrows, andfo bid thy Sorrows
for ever adieu.
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And Fve never as yet had a Wife of my own \
But now I refolved tor to marry if I can,
To (how my feif a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man,
Man, Man,
To fhow my felf a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man.
Abroad I have been, and fince home I am come,
My Wages I have took, 'tis a delicate Sum,
And now Mtftrefs Hoftefs begins to flatter me,
Bat I have not forgot her former Cruelty,
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Bat I htyenot forget her former Cruelty,
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Near Limehoufe (he liv'd, where I formerly u&'d,
I'll fhow you in brief how I once was abus'd,
Afcer in her Houfe I had quite confamM my ftore,
Bat kick me if I ever, ever feaft her more,
more, more,
But kick me if 1 ever, ever feaft her more.
Icame to her once with a bundance of Goldv
And as (he that beautiful Sight did behold,
She faid with a kifs thou art welcome John to me,
For I have fhed a thoufand, thoufand Tears for thee,
thee, thee, s
For I have (b:d a thoufand, thoufand Tears for thee,
Her flattering Words I was apt to believe,
And'then at my Hands (he did freely recieve,
A Ring which (he faid flie would keep for $onnf% fake,
She wept for Joy as if hex very Heart wou'd break,
break, break,
She wept for Joy as if her very Heart: wou*d break.
We feafted on Dainties and drank of the beft,
Thought I with my Friends I am happily bicft,
For Punch, Beer and Brandy they Night and Day did call,
And I was honeft $obnnyt foknny pay for all,
all, all,
And I was honeft Johnny% fohnny pay for all.
They ply'd me fo warm that in troth I may fay,
That I fcarce in a Month knew the Night from the Day,
My Hoftcfs I kifsM, tho* her Husband he was by,
For while my Gold and Silver iafted, who but I,
For while my Gold and Silver iafted, who but J.
They faid I lliould marry their dear Daughter Kfie*
And in Token of Love I prefented her ftrait,
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With a Cham of Gold, and a rich and coftly Head,
jf Thus tfohvny, $okmy% $ofmny by the Nofe was lead,
I lead, lead,
I, .Thus Johnny t -fdmj, Johnny by the Nofe was lead.
j This Life I dia lead for a Month and a Day,
If And then all my Giory begun to decay,
!}. My Mony was gone* I quite confum'd my ft ore,
|[ hly Hoftefs told me in a word, fhe would not (core,
If (core, fcore,
, My Hoftefs told me in a word, (he would not fcore.
|[ She frown'd like a Fury, and Kjte Ore was coy,
I A Kifs or a Smile I no more muft enjoy,
1! Nay, if that I called but for a Mug of Beer,
|, My Hoftefs (he was very deaf, and could not bear,
I hear, hear,
\ My Hoftefs (he was very deaf and could not hear.
| But that which concerned me more than the reft,
I My Mony was gone, and (he'd needs have me preflv
I Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a paffion flew,
I And ever ftoce 1 do abhor the canting Crew,
Crew, Crew,
And ever finee 1 do abhor the canting Crew.
Now having replenifh'd my Stock once again,
My Hoftefs and Daughter I vow to refrain,
Their Company quite, and betake my felf to a Wife,
With whom I hope to live a &ber Life,
Life, Life,
With whom I hope to live a fobcr Life,
Then in came a Damfel as frefli as a Rofe,
He gave her a Kifs, and begun for to clofe,
! In courting, and faid, canft love an honeft Tar,
* Who for thefc Six or Seven Years has travel far,
1 far, far,
! Who for thefe Six or Seven Years hat traveled far.
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His offer was noble, his Gkinea's was good,
And therefore the innocent Maid never ftood,
To make a denyal, but granted bis Requeft,
And now (he's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor bleft,
bleft, bleft,
And now (he's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor bleft,
Cupids Cowtejk*
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As I was rangicg,
I heard the pretty Birds,
Notes fweetly changing s
Down by the Meadows fide,
There runs a River,
A little Boy I fpy'd,
With Bow and Quiver*
Little Boy tetl me why,
Thou art here diving?
Art thou fome Run-away 5
And haft no abidiu§?
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I am no Run-away,
Venus my Mother.
She gave me leave to play,
When I came hither*
tittle Boy go with me,
And be my fervant,
I will take care to fee,
For thy preferment:
If with thee I flbould go,
Venus would chide me,
And take away my Bow,
And never abide me*
Little Boy let me know,
What's thy name termed,
That thcu doft wear a Bow,
And go fo armed:
You may perceive the fame,
With often changing *
Cupid itlw my name,
I live by ranging.
If Cupid be thy name,
That (hoot at Rovers f
I have heard of thy Fame,
By wounded Lovers:
Should any languid) that,
Are fct on fire;
By fuch a naked Brat,
I much admire.
If thou doft but the leaft,
At my Laws grumble;
I'D pierce thy ftubborn breaft.
And make the humble.
If I with Golden Dart,
Wound thee but furely |
There's no Phificians art,
That e'er can cure thee*
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Little Boy with thy Bow,
Why doft thou threaten j
It is not long ago,
Since thou waft beaten:
Thy wanton Mother fair,
Venus will chid thee}
When an thy Arrows are gone,
Thou may'ft go hide thee.
Of powerful (hafts you fee,
I am well ft ore d;
Which makes my Deity,
fo much adored;
With one poor Arrow now,
I'll make thee driver;
And bend unto my Bow,
And fear my Quiver.
Dear little Cupid be,
Courteous and kindly;
I know thou canft not fee,
But fliooteft blindly:
Although thou cairft me blind,
Surely I'll hit thee;
That thou (halt quickly find,
I'll not forget thee.
Then little Cupid caught,
his Bowfo nimble;
And (hot a fatal (haft,
Which made him tremble:
Go tell thy Miftrifs dear,
Thou canft difcover;
What all the paffions are,
Of a dying Lover.
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And now this gallant heart,
Sorely Vies bleeping;
He felt the greateft fmart,
From Love proceeding;
He did her help implore,
Whom he affefted,
But found that more and more*
Him (he rejected.
lor Cupid with his craft,
Quickly had chozen.
And with a Leaden (haft,
Her heart had frozen:
Which caus'd this Lover more*
Dally to languish:
$nd Cufid't aid implore^
To heal this anguiflbu
Be humble pardon cravM,
for his offence paft ;
'Juid vow'd himfelf a (lave,
And to love madfaft;
IBs Prayers fo ardent were*
Whilft his heart panted3,
("Jhat Cupid lent an Ear,
- Andhisfuit granted.
for by his prefent plaint,
He was regarded;
Lftnd Ms adored Satnf,
His Love rewarded 5
And now they live in joy*
Sweetly embracing,
'Jfend left the little Boy,
la the Woods chafing.
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THut Damon knock'd at Califs door,
Thus Damon knock'd at C*lu\ door,
He figh'd and beg'd and wept and fwore,'
the fign was fo, She anfwer'd no,
The fign was ft>, She anfwer'd no, no, no, no.
Again he figh'd, again he pray'dt
No Damon no, no, no, no, no, 1 am afraid {
Confider Damon Vm a Maid,
Confider Damon no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a Maid*
As laft his lighs and tears made way,
She rofc and foftly turnM the key,
Come in faid lhe but do not, do not ftay*
I may conclude, you will be rude,
But if you are you may,
I may conclude, you will be rude, j
Sat if you are you ma& * ;
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Ctiloc found Love for his Pfyche in tears,
She play*d with his Dart and fmil'd atliis feats, fears |
Till feeling at length the Poyfon it keeps,
Cupid He fm'\ks and Chloe (he weeps,
TiB feeling at length the Poyfon it keeps,
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Cupid he fmiles and Chloe Jhe weeps.
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She's all, all* all, (he's all,, all, all, my Pleafure and mf
Liberh\ all that I fifteen^ [pai&:
And aH I fear is her Difdain,.
Her Wit, her Humour and her Face,
Pleafe beyond all I felt before:
Oh! Why can't I Admire her lefs,
Or dear Libem, or dear Li berk-love me moref
Like Stars all other Female Charms,
Ne'er touch my Heart, but Feaft my Eyes;
For fhe8s the only Sua thai Warms,
With her alone I'd live and dye t
Immcml Pow'fs whofe Wfrrk Divine, -
Infpires my Soul with fo much Love %
Grant your Liberh may be mine, [your Joys abore.
And thea> then, then, thea> and then? then I lhare |
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Plunge all Europe in Wars,
Engllfh Ctfyr efpoufes our quarrels |
Predeftin'd to ftand,
Againft Lewis Legrani,
And wear his new flouriihing Laurels ■>
The eaufe that is beft,
Now comes to the teft,
For Heaven will no longer ftand Neuter $
But pronounce th*» great Doom,
For old Luther or Home,
And prevent all our doubts for the future,
'Twou'd turn a wife brain,
To corifider what pain,
Fools take to become Poiititians»
Fops, Bullies, and Citts,
All fet up for Wics,
And lageDloafly hatch new divillons:
Some fhow their hot Zeal*
For a new common-weal,
And fome for a new reftoration %
Thus cavil and brawl,
Till the Mounfieurs get all*
And prove the beft wits of the Nation*
Tho* we medicines apply,
Yet the Feaver boils high,
Firft caus'd by a Catholick Riot $
Which no cure can gain,
Till the breathing the vein,
Correft the mad pulfe into quiet:
Yet what e'er difeafe,
On our Country may chance,
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WcteViSer in France,
Than Lewis were Etiglwds Phifician.
ViUs to Vurge Mtlmehcly.
Coy Belinda, andfalfe Amindor,
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Love is nothing but a name |
Tis not beauty warms the Lover,
When he tells her of his flame;
But (he keeps a greater treafure,
Bills and bonds inflame his heart;
Charms that flow with tides of plcafure,
More obey'd than Cupid's dart*„
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Palfe Ammor leave diffembling,
Tell her plainly you are poor;
Hence are all your fighs and tremblings,
When you talk of your amour;
Tho* you figh and tho* you languid*,
Till flie gives her felf away,
Then you Toon forges your anguifh?
And Belwdii muft obey*
An Amorous Adrefs to the charming Corinna*
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COrirma 'tis yon that I love,
And love with a paffion (a paffionj Co great \
.That death a lefs torment would prove,
Than either your frown or your hate:
So foft and prevailing your charms,
In vain I fliould ftrivc to retreat |
Oh! then let me Jive in your arms*
.Or dye in defpair at your feet.
In vain I may pray to Loves powers*
To eafe me and pity my pain 5
Since the heart that I fue for is yours,
^ Who afl other powers difdain:
Like a Godiefs you abfolute reign,
You alone 'tis can fave or can kill f
(To whom elfe then fhould I complain,
Since my fate m&ft depend on your wilt*
The Coy Ltfs drefsVufin her foft Commode and
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f I'll not be hawl'd and pull'd about,
Thus on a holy day:
Then if your rudenefsyou don't leave,
No more is to be faidf
See this long pin upon my fleeve,
Til run up to the head |
And if you rumple my head Gear,
I'll give you a good flurt onth* ear.
Gome upon a worky day,
When I have my old cloaths on f
I (hall not be fo nice nor coy,
Nor ftand fo much upon:
Then hawi and pull, and do your beft,
Yet I fhail gentle be f
Kifsiiand, and mouth, and feel my breaft,
A nd tickle to my knee;
I won't be put out of my rode,
You (hall not rum;k my Commode;
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No Rebel e'er (hall gar my heart to Love $
S&vony was a Loyal Scot tho* dead and gon,
And fenny in her Dddy\ way with muckle joy fhall move
Laugh at the J^jrk- Jpoflks and the canting fwarms, [King,
And Gght with bonny Lads that love their monarchy and
Then fenny frefii and blith fhall take thee in her arms,
And give thee Twenty kiffes and perhaps a better thing.
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1% Jx The doubts and hope* that wait on Love |
|^4 *And feed by turn's the raging fire,
Mow charming muft fruition prove:
When the triumphant Lover feels,
None of thofe pains which once he bore j
Or when reflecting on his ills,
He makes hit pleafure, pleafare more,
He makes his pleafure, pleafure more.
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Written by Mr. Dryden.
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Seat of pleafures, and of Lota j
Venus here, wiB chufe her dwelling, 5
Afld forfake her C)prim Grove*
Cupii from hit favVite Nation,
Care and Envy win remove |.
Jealoufy that poyfonspaffion, ^f^^vy
And Defpair that dies for Love.
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Gentle murmurs fweet complaining,
Sighs that blow the fire of Love 5
Soft Repulfes, kind Difdaining,
Shall be all the Pains you prove.
Every fwain (hall pay his duty,
Grateful every Nymgh fhall prove-;
And as thefe excel in beauty *
Thofe fhall be renown'd for Love.
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HAng this whining way of wooing,
Loving was deiign'd a fport \
Sighing, talking without doing,
Makes a filly Idol court;
Don't beleive that words can move her,
If flie be not well mclin'd s
She her felf muft be the Lover,
To perfwade her to be kind:
If at laft flie grants the favour,
And contents to be undone 5 -i &
Never think your paffion gave herf
Jo your willies but her own.
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Sung by Mr. Pats.
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Smiling, wantcuf frcfh and fair:
Adorn'd with all the flowers of May,
Whofc various fweets perfume the Air,
Adorn'd with ail the flowers of M&J,
Whofe various fweets perfume the A'tf*
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f-Ow happy*s the husband, how hsppy's the husband,
L Whofe wife has been try'd* has been try'd,
Notdama'd to the bed, notdama'd to the bed of an igno-
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Secur e of what's left, fecure of what's left, he ne'er m'sffes
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But where there's enc^gb, enough, enough, but where
v (there's enough, fuppofesa f.aft :
So foreknowing the cheat,
He efcapes the deceit |
And in fpight of the curfe he refolves, he refolves to be
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And in/Spight Jrthe curfe he refolves, he refolves to be
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He refolves to be ble.ft, he refolves, he refolves to be bkft.
If children are bkfilngs, his comfort** the more,
* Whole Spoufe has been known to bs fruitful before %
And the Boy that ihc brings ready Made to his hand,
May ftand him in Read for an heir to his land ;
Shou'd his own prove a fot,
When 'tis lawfully got: ;
As when e'er it is fi>, if it won't I'll be hang'd, ]
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IF ever you mean to be kind,
To me the favour, the favour allow ;
For fear that to morrow ihouM alter my miad,
Qhlletmennw, now, now,
If io hand then a Guinny you'll give,
And fwear by this kind embrace;
That another to morrow as you hope to livf,
Oh ! then I will ftreight unlace :
For why fhou'd we two difagree,
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I know her falfe, I know her bafe,
I know that Gold alone can move;
I know (he Jilts me to my face*
And yet good Gods, and yet good Gods I krow I Lo is.
1 fee too plain and yet am blind,
Woa'd think her true while (he forfoothj
To me and to my Rival's kindj
Courts him, courts- me> courts hinv courts me, and Jilts
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Fills to Pare Melwchfy.
'A SONG in the Comedy called (Sir Anthony
Love : Or, The Rambling Lady, ) Sett by Mr.
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IN vain Clemens , you bellow,
The promis'd empire of your heartj
If you refufe to let me know,
The wealthy Charms of every part*
My psffion with your kindnefs grew,
Tho* beauty gave the firft defire,
But beauty only to purfue,
Is following a wandring fire,
Is following a wandring fire,
As Hills in perfpeftive, fupprefs,
The free enquiry of the fight;
Reftraint makes every pleafure lefs;
And takes from Love the full delight*.
Faint Kiffes may in part fiipply,
Thofe eager Longings of my foul;
But oh ! I'm loft, if you deny,
A quick pofleflion of the whole.
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fA Mock Song to (If Love's a fweet Paflion)
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IF Wine be a Cordial why does it torment,
If a Poyfon oh! tell me whence comes my content ?
Since 1 drink it with pleafare, why (hould I complain 5
Or repent ev'ry morn when I know 'tis in vain ?
Yet fo charming the Glafs is, fo deep is the Quart,
iThat at once it both drowns and enlivens my Heart.
I take it ofFbrifkly and when it is down,
By my jolly complexion I make ray joy known;
But oh ! how I'm bleft when fo ftrong it does prove,
By its fovereign heat to expel that of Love :
When in quenching the old, I-create a new flame,
And am wrapt with fuch pleafures as yet want a name.
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rA SONG in the (Fairy Queen.) Sung Mrs. Dyer.
I am come to lock all faft,
Love without me carmot laft:
Love like counfels of the Wife,
Muft b? hid from vulgar Eyes;
* ris holy, 'tis holy, and we smS, we maft conceal it,
They prophage it, theyprophane it, who revolt*
They prophage it, they prof hane it, who reveal it*
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LEt'Marjf live long,
She's vertuous and witty?
I All charmingly Pretty,
I Let Mar/ live long,
¥ And reign many yean;
f Wou'd the cloud was gone o'er,
|1 That troubles us fore:
II When the funfhine appears,. •
i Wefhatlbedeliver'd,
We (haH be deliver^;
I From fury and fears.
| Heavens fend the King home, '
S With Laurels to crown him
1 Each Rebel may own him:
T And may he livelong,
!. And reign many years:
j When the conqueft is plain,
And three kingdoms regained |
Let his enemies fall,
Then C*J& (hall flourifh,
~f Then C*/*r (hall flourifh,
In fpight of them all..
All glorious and gay,
Let the King live for ever:
May helanguifhnever, never.-
f • Like flowers in May,
Hisa&ions fmelifweet;
When the wars are all done,
And he fafe in bis Thome j
1. Trophies lay at bis feet*
With loud Acclamations,
JVith loud Acclamations,
HisMajeftj greet.
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And that nothing diverting proceeds from his Skull 5
But when once Lerinda vouch-fafes to be kind,
To her long admirer (he'll then quickly find ;
Such ftrange alteration as will her confute,
That Suepbon^ trdrtfpf.-rted. that Strepbn'i tranfported,
That Strepbon's tranfported, and grown moreaccute.
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MY dear Corinm give me leave,
To gaze, to gaze on her I love $
The Gods cou'd never, never yet conceive.
Her worth, tho' from above \
Thcre's none on earth can equalize*
So fweet, fo faeet a Soul as fhe %
Who ever gains fo great a p* ife,
Has all, has all that Hcav'n can be.
Curfe on my fate, who plac'd me here,
In a Sphere, a Sphere, fo much below 5
My Love, my Lifr my all that's dear}
And yet She muft nor know ;
The torment for her 1 fuftain,
Shall ill, (hall ill rewarded be 5
When loving, when loving, and not Lov'd again,.
Does prove, does prove, a Hell to me.
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Vice in troops out ot the land ;
Flying from her awful face,
Like trembling Ghofts when day's at hind:
May her Hero bring us peace,
Won with honour in the field ;
And our home-bred faftions ceafe,
He ftUlour Sword, and She our Sheild..
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NB vet fsgh but think of kiffiug,
More, and more, and more ofwifhiugv
LTo poffefs the mighty bleffiag,
While they enjoy it they are true:
They'll hug they'll cling and heave up toor
But liberty when once regain'd,
The favour's to another feign'd.
Why fhou'd we then the Tex admire,
For 'twas never their defire ;
To maintain a conftant Fire,
If oagling, wheedling you'll beleive,:
They hourly ftudy to deceive,
But we will find out better ways,
In Mufick, Singing fpend our days.
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Bring the Poplar and Bayes,
To Crcwn our Triumphant Commander $
The French too (ball run,
As the Irifh have done,
Like the Perfiws, thtPcrfi^s;
Like the Pcrfwrs, the Petfiws,
Like the Perfiass before Ahxwku
Had the Rubicon been*
Such a dream as the Boyn9
Net CVe&r, not C*/*r, himfelfhad gon ont
K\ti%WtUum exceeds, great Cafar in dqeds-,,
More than he did, more than he did,
More than he did, g reat Pwpey before.
Though born in a Sate,
Fore-told was his-fate,.
That he fhould be .a monarch ador'd j
One Globe was too fmall,
To contain fuch a foul,
New worlds muft fubmit to his [word.
So great and benign,
Is our Sov'reign Queen,
Made to Share his Empire and bed;
May fhe ftill fiO his arms,
With her Lovely foft Charms,
And a race of King William** fuccced.
Pills to Vurge Melancholy. tjj
A Song, in the flay cahdythe Tragedy qfCIflomene*,
the Spartan Hew, Sung by Mrs, Butler, Sett h
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NO no, poor fuffering heart, no change endeavour \
Chufe to fuftain theftnart rather than leave her;
My ravifli'd Eyes behold fuch charms about her,
I can dye with her but not live without her;
One tender figh of her to fee me languiflh;
Will more than pay the price of my paft anguifb,
Beware, oh cruel fair how you fmile on me,
* Iwas a kind look of yours that has undone me#
Love has in ftore for me one happy minute,
And (he will end my pain who did begin it;
Then no day voidofBiifs and pleafures leaving,
Ages fhall Aide away without perceiving :
Cupid fhall guard the door, the more to pleafe us,
And keep out Time and Death when they would feazs US J
Time and death (hall depart, and fay in flying $
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The Loyal Delights of a contented Mind. The Worfc
by Mr. Mumford, Sett by Mr. H. Purcefl.
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OH liow happy Yhe, who from Bufinefs free;
Can enjoy his Miftrefs, Bottle and his Friend;
Not confin'd to State, nor the pride of Great 5
Only on himfdf, not others doth Depend :
Change can never vex him, Faction ne'er perplex him |
If the World goes well a Bumper ciowns his joys,
If it be not fo, then he takes of two $
Tillfucceeding Glades, Thinking dothdeftroy.
When his noddle reels, he to CalU fteals;
And by pieafures unconfin'd runs o'er the night;
In the Morning wakes, ^a pleafing farewel takes 5
Ready for frefh tipling, and for new delight:
When his Table's full, oh then he hugs his Soul;
And drinking all their healths, a welcome doth exprefs:
When the Cloth's remov'd, then by ail approv'd,
Comes the full grace Cup, Queen Ann£$ good fuccefs.
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On a Lady Drinking the Waters, The words hy Sir.
George Etherige, Sett by Mr. James Hart.
Pffitis lay afide your Thinking,
Youth and Beauty fhou'd be G^yf
I Laugh and talk and mind your Drinking;
f Whilft we pafs the Time away,
I Laugh and talk and mind your Drinking,
I While we pafs the Time a way.
I They ought only to be penfive,
1 "Whoiare not their Grief declare,
I Left their ftory be offenfive,
I But ftifl languifh in defpair,
I Left their, &cm
I Yet what more torments your Lovers*
I They ;re Jealous they Obey,
I One whofe Reftlefs min i difcovers,
I She's no lefs a Slave then They,
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Plflh fy you're rude Sir, # I
I never faw fuch idle fooling; I
You're grown fo lewd Sir, J .
So debauch'd I hate your ways; i
Leave, what are you doing ? |
I feeyoufeek my ruin, |
I'll cry out, pray make no delay, I
But take your hand away; I
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Never was I thus abus'd fo, I
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Advice to a Mifer. Sett hy Mr4 James Gravel.
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la looking o'er Books ne'er fpend all thv Time ;
But rather be thinking, of roaring and drinking,
For by thofe to Promotion thou'lt fpeedily climu.
Then prithee be JoBy, defert this thy folly,
^Make welcome thy Friends and ne'er repine;
For when thou art hurl'd , into the next world,
Thy Heir Til engage it in fplendorwii! fliine.
Wheaihy breath is juft vanifh'd, his care will be baniffifj
And fcarce will he follow thy Corps to the grave ;
-Then be cautious and wary, for nought but Canary,
Hs's a Fool that for others himfelf do's caflave,
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J SONG in the Comedy caU'd (The WifesEx-
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la biOet-doux, and humble Song ;
' Shall feor Alexis, fhaO poor 4lexis, poor Alexis-woof
If neither Writing, Sighing, Signing, Dyiog,
Reduce you to a (6ft complying,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, when will you come too.
Full thirteen Moons are now paft o'er,
Since fir ft thofe Stars I did adore,
That fet my heart on fire:
The confeious Piay-houfe, Parks and Court,
Have feen my fufferings made your fporl,
Yet I am ne'er the nigher.
A faithful Lover fhou'd deferve,
A better face, than thus to ftarve:
In fight of fuch afeaft :
But oh! if you'll not think it fit,
.Youjr hungry flave (hou'd taft one bit { .
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SUch command o'er my Fate has your love or your hate,
That nothing can make me more wretched or great |
Whilft expiring I lie, to live or to die,
Thus doubtful tfce fentence of fuch I rely:
Your Tongue bids me go, tho' your Eyes fay not fo,
But much kinder words from their Language do flow*
Then leave me not here thus between ^opeand fear,
Tho5 your Love cannot come let your pity appear;
But this my requeft, you muft grant me at leaft,
And more I'll not ask but to you leave the reft $
If my fate I muft meet, let it be at your feet.
Death there with more joy, than elfe»where I wou'd greet.
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A SONG in the Play caWi (Rule a Wife and
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Sung by Mrs. Hudfon.
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There's cot a Swain on the Plain,
Wou'd be bteft like me, ffmlk;
Ob ! could you but, cou*d you but, cou'd you but, on me
Bat you appear fo feverc,
That trembling with fear,
My heart goes pit a pat, pit a p^t, pit a pat,att the while;
If I cry mull 1 die, you make no reply,
But fcok fhy and with a fcornful eye,
Kill me by your cruelty ;
Oh! can you b;, can you be, can you bf, can you be, can
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A SO MG Set hy Mr. Barincloe.
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Or cVr for good Hbetoricpafs j;
To a fool I amfefs,
Jour Gold may sddrefs>
Or eiCe where the mafter's anafs;
To a woman of fenfe,.
*I is a forded pretence,
T^ata golden Effigiescan-moveher|:.
l$o face ofi the coin,
2i half fo divine,
Asthaiof afaithful young Lover*.
Bat mm when they love,
LTfoeir paflion to prove,
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To the-fair they're fo kind,
Mr ft to fathom tKeir mind,
Ne&t fcarch the prerogative office $
No imprknis I give,
*Fhen the fair one they leave,
Notwithftanding their ftrong proteftations §
Tin the Lady difcovec,
3No fortune, no lover,
Jhen draws off her fond inclination!
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There Is a thing which in the light
Is feldome us'd, but in the night
It ferves the maided female crew,
The Ladies and the good wives too;
They us'd to take it in their hand,.
And then it will uprightly ftand;
And to a hole they it apply,
W here by its good Will it cou'd die :
It wafts, goes out, and ftill within,
It leaves it's itfoifture thick and thin.
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TEH me why fo long you try me,
Still I follow ftill you fly me;
Will the race be never done,
Will it he ever but begun;
Cou'd I quit my love for you,
I'd ne'er love more what e'er I do %
When I fpeak truth you think I lie,
You think me falfe but fay not why.
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Sung by Mrs. Hudfon, and Set by Mr, J. Eccles.
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TOfmenting beauty leave my breaft,
In fpight of Cloe I'll have reft 5
la vain is afl her Syren art,
Still longer to hold my troubled heart:
For I'm refolv'd to break the chain,
And o'er her charms the conqueft gain,
And o'er her charms the conqueft gain.
Intuiting beauty I have born,
Too long youc female pride and fcorn $ .
I^Too long have been your publicfc jsft,
Your common Theme at ev'ry feaft;
Let others thee, vain Fair, purfue,
Whilft I for ever bid adieu,
Whilft I for ever bid adieu.
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And let the Haut-boys play;
Whilft the Troopion their march {haflhU2za, huzza,'
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T$m tfow the Qiieeas health,
And let the Haut-boys play;
While the Drums and the Trumpets,
Sound from the fhore, huzza, huzza, huzza#
Now now the Princes health,
And let the Haut-boys play,
Whilft the Troops on theif march, (ball huzza, huzza,
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Now, now the Prince's health, '
And let the Haut-boys play;
Whiift the Drums and the Trumpens,
Sound from the (hore huzza, huzza, huzza.
Now the brave Eugene** health,
Who fhews the French brave play $
And does march over rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,
Now the brave Eugene's health,
And let the Haut-boys play,
Whiift the Drums and.the Trumpets,
Sounds as they march, huzza, huzza, huzza.
Now, now the Duke's health,
Brave Marlborough I fay,
Whiift the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,
Now, now the Dukt's health,
And let the Haut-boys play ;
While the Drums and the Trumpets,
Sound from the (hore, huzza, huzza, huzza.
Now brave Ormonde Health boys,
Whiift Colours do difplay,
Attd the Britain* in fight, (hall huzza, huzza, huzza;
Now brave Ormonde Health boys,
Whiift Colours do difplay :
And the Drums and the Trumpets,
Sound from the (hore, huzza, huzza, huzza. 7
Now Sir Cloudfl/s health boys,
And Trumpets found each dayt
Whiift the Tars with their Caps fliatl huzz, huzza,
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Now Sir Cloudfl/s health boys,
And Trumpets found each day :
Whiift the Thundering Cacnon,
Loudly do roar, huzza, huzza, huzzas
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Brave Peterborough's health boys,
Who boldly makes his way,
While the French run let us huzza, huzza, huzza \
I Brave Peterborough's health boys:
§ And let the Haut-boys play,
I While the Drums and the Trumpets;
I Sound as they march, huzza, huzza, huzza.
F Now, now brave LeaV$ health,
Who is failed away ?
For to find the French fleet, let's huzza, huzz3, huzza $
Now, now brave Leak's health,
I Who'll (hew the French fair play,
I While the Drums and the Trumpets;
I ' Sound from on Board, huzza, huzza,, huzza.
The BeauV Ballad. Occajtoned by the fight of a
White Marble Side-Table.
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APoxoq the Fool,
Who could be fo dull,
To contrive fuch a Table for Glaffes:
* Which at the firft light,
The Guefts muft affright,
More by half than their Liquor rejoyce?a
'Tis fo like a Tomb,
That whoever does come,
Can't look oa't without thus refleSmg;
Heaven knows how foon,
We muft lye under one,
And luch thought muft needs be perplexing.
Then away with that Stone,
Break it, throw it down,
To fome Church or other, elfe fllng't in;
*Tis fitter by far,
LTo have a place there,
That ftand here to fpoil Mirth acd good Drmking.
There death let it lhowf
To thofe who wifl go,
And Monuments there gaze and ftire atj
We come here to live,
And fad thoughs away drive,
With good ftore of immortal Claret,
Tho' the Glaffes ftand there,
They ftant do fo here,
Tis the only kind lefibn that teaches *
Whilftitfeemstofay,
Life's fhort, Drink away,
No time o'er your liquour to Preach is.
Then fill up the Glafs,
About let it pafs,
Tho* the Marble of death doth remind us 5
The Wine {hall ne'er die,
tTho' you muft, and I,
.We'll not leave a drop oPt behind us.
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MY Dear aad only love take h£ed,
How thou thy ft If expofe |
Aad let cot longing Lovers feed,
Upoa fucli looks as thofe:
I'll Marble Wall thee round aboutr
Aad Bnltfwithout a door j.
But if my love doth once break out*
I'll never love tkee more.
' If thou haft love that thou refine,
And though thou feeft n% not $...
Yet parrailel that heart of tnine,
Shall never be forgot:
But if unconftancy admit,
A ftranger to bear fway |
My treafure that proves counterfeits,
And he may gain the day*
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Ilcck my felf within a Cell,
And wander under ground %
For there is no fueh faith in her.
As there is to be found:
Til curfe the day that e'er thy face,
My foul didfo betray 5
And fo for eve*, evermore,
111 iing O well-a-day!
Like Alexander I will prove,
For I will reign alooe \ ^
Til have no partners in my love*
Nor rivals in my throne:
Til do by thee as Nero did,
When I(pme was fet on fire j
Not only all relief forbid,
But to the hills retire.
1*11 fold m} arms Jike Enfigas up,
Thy falfhood to deplore ;
And after fuch a bitter Cup,
I'll never love thee more*
Yet for the love I bore thee once,
And left that love fhould die;
A marble Tomb of ftone I'll write,
The truth to teftifi.*;
That an the pilgrims paffing by,
May fee and fo implore ;
And ftay and read the reafon why,
I'd never love thee more*
. Ws to Turge Mlancbdlj.
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Love fat Mourning,
Tearing of her golden Locks, her red Rofe,
Checks adorning;
With her Lilly white hand Hie fmote her
Breafts, X
And faid (he was forfaket^,
With that the Mountains they did skip,
And the Hills fell all a quaking.
Underneath the rotten hedge, the Tinkers
Wife fat-IMting.
Tearing of a Cabbage leaf, her fliitten A^-
A wiping |
With her eole black hands ftp fcratch't her
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And fwore fhe was befbitten,
With that the Pedlars ail did skip,
Aad $e Fidlers fell a fpitcing, jhe
Tiffs to Vnrge Melanchtfy^
jjjj The 2d. Fart of the Trtaders Meidly: or, The Cries JL
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Your Houfes to adorn \
I*B grind your knives, to pleafe your Wives,
And bravely cut your Corns;
Ripe Straw-beries here 1 haye to Sell,
With Taffity Tar#ts and Pyes;
I've Brooms to fell will pleafe you well,
Jf you'll believe your Eyes,
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Here's Salop brought from foreign part?,
With dainty Pudd&g-Pyes ,-
Afid Shrewsbury-Cakes, with wardens bak'd,
Ifcornto tdl you lies;
With Laces long and ribbands broad,
The belt that e'er you fee;
If you do lack an Almanack,
Cpme by it now of me*
The Tinker's come to flop your hole*,
Ana Sauder ail your Cracks > «
What e'er you think hereV dainty Inkf
And choice of Sealing-Wax:
Come maids bring out your Kitchin-ftufl>
Old Rags, or Womens hair |
I*fl fell you Pins for Coney-skins,
Come by my Earthen ware.
Here's Limmons of the bigeft fize,
With Eggs and Butter too f
Brave news they fay is come to day,
If <fpnes\ News be true;
Here's Spiggots and fine Wooden-wares,
With Foffets to put in j
I'D Bottom an your broken Chairs,
Then pray let me begin.
A Rabbat fat and plump I have,
Young Maidens love the fame} •
Come by a Bird, I'm at a word,
Or Pullet of the Game:
I fell the beft fpice Ginger-Bread,
You ever did gatlbefore ;
While Madam %ingf her Dumplings,
She cry'sfrom Door to Door*
Come buy a Comb, or buckle fine,
For Girdle of your lafs $
My Oyfters too, are very new,
With Trumpet founding glafs: Your
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And mend them very well %
There's no Jack-line fo good as mine,
As I have here to feu.
Come by my Honyand my Book, .
For Cuckolds to Derufe;
Your Turnip-man is come again,
To tell his Dames fome news:
Tve Plums and Damfons very fine,
With very good mellow Pears;
Come by a charming Difh of Fi(b,
And give it to your Heirs.
Come buy my Tigs, before they're gone,
Here's Cuftards of the beft ;
And Muftard too, that's very new,
Tho* you may think 1 Jeft:
My hofiand-focks are very ftrong,
Here's Eels do skip and play;
My hot grey-peafe bay if you pleafe,
For I come no more to day.
Old Suits or Cloaks or Campain Wig?,
With rufty Gucs or Swords;
When Whores or Pimps do buy my Shrimps,
I never take their words:
Your Chimney clean my Boy fhali fweep,
While I do him command \
Card matches cheap by lump or heap,
The beft in all the land.
Come tafte and buy my Brandy Wine,
*Tis newly come from Frmce:
This ponder now is gooo* I vow,
Which I have got by chance:
New Mackerii the beft I have, .
Of any in the Townf
Here's Cloath to fell will pleafe you well,
As foft as any Down.
Work for ihc Cooper, Maids give ear,
111 hoop your Tubs and Pails |
And if your fight it is not right,
Here's that as never fails; -
, Milk that is new come from the Cow,
With Flounders frefh and fair;
Here'* Elder buds to purge your bloods, " _J
And Onions keen and rare*
Small-coal young maids I've brought you here,
The b^ft that e'er you us'd;
Here's Cherries round and very Co\xnd9
If they are not abus'd 5
Here's Pipping?, lately come from ^>?/f, 1 *
Pray tafte and then you'll buy ; ~.!
But mind my Song and then e'er long,
You'll fing it as well as I.
The Lovers CHAR M
TEA me, tell me, charming fair,
Why fo cruel and fevere $
I Is'e not you, ah ! you alone,
,;i. Is't not you, ah! you alone,
; •'! Secures my wandr ing heart your own i
I Change, which once the moft did pleafe,
Now wants the power to give me cafe \
1 You've fixt me as the Centure fure,
I And you who kill alone can cure,
I And you who kill alone can cure*
I If refufing what was granted,
I Be to raife my paffion higher;
| Nymph believe me I ne'er wanted*
:[ Art for to inflame defire;
A Calm my thoughts ferene my mind,
| SVill increasing was mv joy j
I Till Lavinia prov*d uakind,
I Nothing could my peace deftroy*
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Still, fUll I prefumeto adore*
'lis in love but an odd reputation,
When faintly repuls'd to give o'er:
When you talk of your duty,
I gaze at your beauty ;
Nor mind the dull maxim at all.
Let it reign in Cbeapfsde,
With the Citizens Bride:
It will ne'er be recciv'd, it will ne*er, ne'er, it will ne'er
be received at Wbite-btU.
What Apocryphal tales are you told,
By one, one who would make you believe \
That becaufc of to b&vt and to bold,
You ftill muft be pin'd to his fleeve:
• Fwere apparent high treafon,
'GainS Love and *gainft Reafon,
Shou'd one fueh a treafure cngrofs 5
He who knows not the joys,
That attend fuch a choice,
Shou'd refign to another .that does*
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/ V As Love that warms a lovers breaft *
Two fouls in one the fame dcfire,
To grant the blifs and to requite:
But if in heaven a Hell we find,
*Tis all from thee oh I Jealoufy,
Oh\ oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealoufy, thou tyrant, tyrant,. Jea-
loufy, thou tyrant Jealoufy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh I Jealoufy,
eh! oh job! Jealoufy, thou tyrant of the mind,
AH other ills tho**fliarp they prove,
Serve to refine 2nd fweeten love \
In sbfence or unkind difdain,
Sweet hope relieves the Lovers pain;
But oh! no cure but death we find,
To kt us free from Jealoufy,
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!8fr.
Falfe in thy glafs all objt&s are,
Some fet too near and fome too far;
Thou art the fire of endiefs night,
The fire that burns and gives no light:
AH torments of the darnn'd we find,
Inonlv theeoh! jealoufy,
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What Nymph its mighty pow'r can (hua,
Or Ycape a wounded heart •
Thofe Potent, wondrous" Potent, charms,
Where t'er they bleis a Swain;
He needs not (kep with empty Arms,
He needs not Deep with empty Arms,
Nor dread ft vers difdain,
Afhria faw the Shepherds bker1,
Regardkfs of their pain \
Uamov'd (ha heard their Oten Reed,
They Dance and fung in vain j
At length Amintor did appear,
That Miracle of Man;
He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,
He pleas'd her Eyes and charmed her Ear,
She Lov'd and calfd him PAN.
But he as tho' defign'd by Fate,
Revenger of the harms;
Which others fuiFer'd from-her hate,
RirVdand left her Charms:
Then Nymphs no longer keep in pain,
A plain well meaning heart ;
Leaft you thoqjjj pyn jor fuch difdain,
Left you fhou'd pyn for fuch difdain,
In poor Aftsrh'$ fmart.
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Where (hat! I flyjny feif to (hun $
Ah ! me my felf my felf muft kill,
And yet 1 die againft ray will.
Jaftarry letters I behold,
My death is in the Heavens inroi'd;
There find I writ in Skies above.
That I, poor I, mtift die for love,
Twas not my love deferv'd to die,
Oh no it was unworthy I $
I for hec love (hould not have dy'd,
But that 1 had no worth befide.
Ah me ! that love fuch woe prccares.
For without her so life endures;
I for her virtues did her ierve,
Doth fuch a love a death deferve.
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Hen Sylvia was kind, and love play'd in her Bye?,
We thought it no Morning till Sylvia did rife |
Of Sylvia, the hills and the Vallies ail Rang,
For (he was the fubjeS of every Song.
But now, oh how little her glories do movf,
That us'd to inflame us, wrth Raptures of Love f 4
Thy Rigour, oh Silvia, will thorten thy Reign,
And make our bright Goddefs a Mortal again.
Love heightens our Joys, he's the eafe of oar Carea
A fpur to the Valiant, a Crown to the fair 5 , .
Oh feize his (oft wings then before Yis tpo late/
Or Cruelty quickly will haften thy fate.
*fis kindneft, my Silvia, 'tis kiodnefsalone, ;-—■'
Will add to thy Lovers, andlftrengtiien "tty Jl\tonb%:
In Love, as in Empire, XyraonicjMTwav, "''**■ .,.
Will make Loyal Subje^fs forget to- Obey,
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Uphold your Sexes Pride j
^orcou'd you longer Tyrannize*
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Then from your haughty Vifion make,
And liftcB to my Moan 5
Tho' you refufe me for my fake,
Yet pity for yout own; :.
For know proud Sheherdefs you owe,
The vi&ioi you defpife •,
More to the ftriftnefs of my Vow,
Ihen glories of your Eyes.
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Sur% by Mrs. Butler, Sett ty Mr* H. Eurcell.
Ms to fiwjg* Melancholy
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WHen I have often heard young Maids complaining,
That when Men promire moft they moft deceive $
Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining,
And what they fwore 1 would never believe ;
But when fo humbly one made his addreffes,
With Looks fo foft, and with Language fo kind;
I thought it Sin to refufe his Careffes,
Nature o'er came and I foon chang'd my mmd.
Should he emyloy all his Arts in deceiving,
Stretch his Invention and quite crack his Bravo,
I find fuch Charms, fuch true Joys in believing*
I'll have the pleafnre, let him have the pain:
If he proves per jur'd I (hall not be cheated,
He may deceive himfeif but never me %
'lis what I look for, and {han't be defeated,
' For I'm as falfe, and inconftant as he.
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That each hour your fame advance §,
Pray take notice in what manner*
Lewis pnzes it in France ;
In the Kefmck charte remember,
He great WiUiam lawful Names \
But grown doating laft September,
Loudly founds, Loudly founds up another -fmcs-;
Routs our trade too,
And wou'd no doubt invade too 5
^Could he turn the 0gUo,
Into Seine which our boys in Italy,
Ailfefolve (ball never be,
Drink, drink, drink, drink, we then a flowing giafi
to Prince Eugene.
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Like the Peafant in the Fable,
As we read in times of old j
Rated from the Satyrs table,
For his blowing hot and cold:
From his &wa and every nation,
Movjieur fliould be rated fo;
Who on every vile occafion,
With ail forts of winds can blow:
Sign a peace too.
And break it with as much eafe to,
Take an Oath now andftreighc dcnft again 5
But that this and all that's paft,
May come home to him at laft,
Profper may the conquering Arras of Prince Eugene.
With Defpptick Refolution,
He from SubjeSs Gold can tear;
Praife be to our Conftitution,
We have no fuch doings here:
Government in bleft condition, ^
When to juft Law 'tis confin'd;
But tyrannick difpofition,
Ne'er yet agreed with the Engiiih kind;
WhllttCarew,
Combin'd with galick Nero%
Ariy>iC% crewa then unjuftly would ma&taini
And th*imperial claim Controul;
Chearing ftill each heart and foul,
Let us fee the glafs go round to Prince Eugene*
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But bafely won,
And treacherous Bavaria there, h*$ buried his Renown \
Thai: Strolling P*ince,
Who few years lince,
Was cram'd with Williw's goli:
Penfion loft,
And hopes too croft, *~
Of having more from Britujh ftore to keep his wanted pofi$ €
To aid in vain,
Ufarping Spain,
Himfelf to France has fold:
For 'tis plain,
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That Aujburgh was th'intended projeft of his brain \
The mem'ry of Najpw,
Was valu'd not a ftraw,
Had M<w/feur r'eiicv'dtmim: .
Let him go,
A worthlefs foe.
And whilft the Princes round refoives his overthrow $
A JoBy bottle bring,
Great Baden't Praifes fing,
And th* n*nu»*i valiant King.
Loft in Fame,
InvolvM in (hame,
Thou odious Scandal to the noble -Mmmtitft name,
Who durft debafe,
Imperial grace,
And thus provoke the Ban,
Honour flight,
And royal Right,
Expefled daily by the Circles on their fide to fight 1
For Spaivs ill Caufe,
And French Kkkfliaws,
Turn bafely cat in pan;
But go on,
Forlorn undone,
And e'er his yearly courfe, arround has rowl'd the fun j
Deferted and difgrac'd,
Still routed too and chac'd,
In chain's thou may'ft groan thy laft:
Or my Fate,
To prove her hate,
Thy falfhood to the mifery of war translate {
And there fo low appear,
#A Fuzee may's thou bear,
Like fome poor Mufqueteer*
ViSs to Targe Melancbofy.
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CMli£% bright beauty all ethers tranfe^nd,
Like Lovers Sprightly Goddefc (he's flippant and gay;
Her rival admirers in crouds do attend,
To her their devoirs and addreffes to pay*:
Pert gaudy coxcombs the fair one adore,
Grave Dons of the Law and queer Prigs of the Gown, >
Clofe Mifers who brood o'er their treafure in ftore,
And Heroes for plundring of modern renown .
But men of plunder can ne'er get her under,
And Miftrs all women defpifef
She balks the pert fops in the midft of their hopes,
And laughs at the Grave and Prccife.
Next fhe's carefs'd by a mufical crew,
Shrill Singing and Fidllng, Beaus warbles o'lh Flute,
And Poets whom Poverty ftill wiftpurfue,
That's a juft caufe for reje&iog their fuit;
Impudent Pinters the Nymph does abhor,
And Lovers with Fiddle at neck fhe difdains •
Por thefe thraght to have her ior whiftling for,
* They courting with guts Oicw'd defeft in thSt brains:
And to the pretender to make her furrender^ -
By finding no favour fhe'll (how;
Por {he'll not make choice of a ISirill Capons voice,
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Mortal's learn your Lives- to meafure,
Not by length of Time but Pieafure |
Now the Hours invite comply,
Whilft you idly pmfe they fly ye: •
Bkft whilft a nimble pace they keep,
But in torment, in torment when they creep,
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portals learn your Lives to meafure,
Mot by length of Time but Pleafurej
Soon your Spring muft have a fall,
Lofing Youth is lofing all;
Then you'll ask but none will give,
And may linger but not live.
An Ode on the Union of the King and Parliament, hy
Mr. D'Urfey, the tune by Mr. Jer. Clarke.
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WHilft the French their Arms difcover,
By the Troops abroad they bring |
^e with joy can Tend 'em over,
* Tidings that can make ail Europe Ring:
Englifh boys renown'd for warring,
As Fame's glorious records fhew;
Bleft by Fate now leave off Jarring,
And refolve to joyn "gaintt the common foe;
No more frowning Batavians think of drownings
But to Spaniards this jolly ditty fing,
Et%l0fd'$ Senate now agrees,
Cafarcza fecure your Peace;
Chant it at the crowning, j
Of. their infant King.
Burin* t Sons no danger fearing,
" Whilft their royal Fleet's well man'd;
Know tho' yet no ftorm's appearing,
Peace is always beft with fword in hand;
tlopour*sl)ut an empty notion,
\ As our plotting neighbour (hews;
Breach of Faith may raife commotion,
And in proper feafon. may come to blows:
<Jreat five hundred pray let us not be plunder'd,
Save our lands then and aO unite at home;
Guard the Crowns prerogative,
Boldly vote and nobly give,
Tiiea let any infolcnt invader cofhe*
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ZOunds Madam return me my heart,
Or by the Lord Hmy Til make ye \
i Tho* you fleep when I talk of my (mart,
1 As I hope to be Knighted I'll wake ye %
I If you rant why by fover
I Then I'll rant as well as you;
I There's no body cares for your puffing.
I Your miftaken in me ;
r Nay prethee, prethee, prethee pifh,
I We'll try whofe the beft at a huffing,
1 But if you will your heart furrender,
| And confefs your felf uncivil;
I 'Pis probable I may grow tender,
I Andrecal wh^t I purposM ofevil;
I But if you ftill perfift in rigour,
I 'Tis a thoufand to one but I teeze you;
I For you'll find fo much heat and fuch vigour,'
I M may trouble yon forfooth or pleafe y©u.-
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fd SO NG in the ( Royal Mifchief.) Sett iy Mr.
John Eccles. Sung bj Mr. Leveridge,
UNgoarded lies the wifhing Maid,
Diftrufting not to be becra^d |
Ready to faO with all her charm?,
A fhiaing treafure to your arms;
Who bears this ftory muft beik ve,
No heart can truer joy receive;
Since to take Love and give it too,
Is all that Lotc for hearts caa do*
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A SONG intheVlay catfd(SelfConceit: Or,
the Mother made a Property.) Set by Mr. John
Eeeles j Sung by Mrs. Bowman.
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OH! the mighty pow'r of Love, '
What Art againft fuch Force can move \
The harmlefs (wain is ever bkft,
Beoeath fome Silent Shady Grove ;
Until forne Nymph invade his Breaft,
And difapprove hb eager Love,
Ob ! the mighty pow'r of Love,
What Art againft fuch Force can move;
The Greateft Hero who ia Arms,
Has gam'd a thoufand Vineries:
Submits to'Ctf/iYs brighter Charms,
And dreads a killing from her Eyes.
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rA Scorch Song Sett h Mr. Robert Cox.
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To fee the boany Lad fa blith, fo bhth and gay %
My heart did beat it being alarm'd,
That I to focke? nought, nought could fay :
At laft I courage took and paffion quite forfook,
And told the bjasiy Lad his charms T felt $
He then did f®ile- with a plcafiag lock,
And told me $tnny in his arms, his arms fhcmld melt
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7A Song. Sung hy Mrs, Temple, Stt hy M> J. Clark,
I See no more to flbsdy coverts,
gocke/s Eyn are all my joy ;
Beauty's there I Ken that cacnot,
Muft not,(hallnot, fteal away;
What wou'd jockey now do to me.
Surely you're to me unkind;
Yk ne'er fee you, nay you fly me;
Yet are ne'er from out my mind.
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Tell me why 'tis thus you ufe me,
Take me quickly to your Arms 5
Wherein bliffes blithly basking,
Each may rival others charms;
O but fy my $ocley pray now,
What d'ye | do not let me go | J
O I vow you will undo me,
What to Do I do not know.
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THo' I love and fhe knows it ffce cares not,
She regards not my paffion at aO;
But to tell me fhe hates me fhe fpares not,
As often as on her I cafl:
fTis her pleafure to fee me in pain,
Tis her pain to grant my defire \
Jhen if ever I love her again,
May I never, never, never, never, may I never, be free
from love's fire.
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By nature form'd fo 1-air 5
We know each fpot conceals a Grace,
And wifh, aod wifh to fee it bare 5
Bat (nice our wifh you've gratifi'd*
We find, we find, 'twas rafhly made,
And that thofe fpots were but to hide, to hide,
Excefs of luftrelay'd;
And that thofe fports were but to hide, to hide,
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Upon Women and Wine,
I went to the €------h out of fpitef.
But what the Pricft faid,
Is quite out of my Head,
I refolv'd not to Edify hft*
While he open'd his Text,
I was plaguily vext, —
T<> fee fuch a fly Canting Crew:
Of S&tw't Difcipies,
With P------1 Books and B------s,
Enough to have made a Man Spew.
AH the Women I view'd,
Both Religious and Lewd,
From the Sable Top-knots to the Scarlets:
But a Wager Vl) Lay,
That at a full Play,
Jhe Eoufedoes not fvtarm fo with Harlots,
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Almoft out of her Wits,
Twixt Luft and Devotion debating};
She's as Vitious as Fairf
And has more Bufinefs there,
Than to hear Mr. IuMe*tcx?t prating»
Madam I——I faw,
With her Daughters-in-law,
Whom flie offers to fale evfry Sunday |,
In the midft of her prayers,
Shell negotiate affairs,
•' And make affignations for Monday,
Next a Lady much Fam'd,
Therefore muft not be nam*b%
'Caufe Shell give you no trouble in Teaching}-
She has a very fine Book,
But does nc'sr in it look,
Nor reguard either Praying or Preaching,.
There's a B<tr<mctr$ Daughter,
Her own Mother taught her,
By Precept and Pra&ical Notion 5
That to wear Ga wdy Cloaths,
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Was at Ghurch two fure figus of DcvofcionJ
From the Gorner oth* Square,
Comes a hopeful young Pair,
Religious as they fee occafion :
But if Patches and Paint,
Be true figns of a Saint,
We've no reafon to Doubt their Damnation)
When the Sermon was done,
Webieftev'ryone,
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And they like good Chriftians retired f
Tho* they view'd ev'ry fate,
Each Head and each Drefs,
Yet each one her felf moft admirU
I had view'd aH the reft,
But the Parfon had bleft,
With his Besediftion the People 5
So I ran to the Grown,
Leaft the Church fliould fall down,
And beat out my Brains with the Steeple,
The Airy Old l^v*w.
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YOu guefs by my wither'd Face,
And Eyes no longer Shining;
That I can't Dance with a Grace,
Nor keep my pipes from whining:
Yet I am ftill Gay and Bold,
To be otherwise were a Folly |
Rethinks my blood is grown Cold,
I'll warm it then thus and be Jolly:
jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, Cfr.
Methinks my blood is grown Coid»
grown cold, grown cold, grown cold, (8*.
Til warm it then thus and be jolly.
I find by the flighting Beau's,
That Nature is Declining $
Yet wifl I not knit my Brows,
Nor end my Days in pining :
Let other Dames Fret and Scold,
As they pafs to the Stygian Ferry;
You fee though lam grown Old,
My Temper is youthful and Merry;
Merry, merry, merry, merry, t§c»
You fee though I am grown Old,
grown old, grown old, grown old, CW
My Temper is Youthful and Merry,
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A S ONG.
ALL joy to Mortals joy and Mirth,
Eternal Io's fing;
The Gods of Love defcend to earth,
Their Darts have loft their Sting.
The youth (hall now complain no more3
On Silvia's needlefs Scorn,
But $e fhail Love if he adore*
And melt when he fhall burn.
The Nymph no looger (hall be (hy,
But leave the Jilting Road %
And Daphne now no more (hall Flyf
The wounded Painted God,
But all fhail be Serene and Fair.,
No fad complaints of Love %
Shall fill the gentle whifpering Air,
No Ecchoing fighs the Grove.
Beneath the fhades young Strephon lies,
Of an his wi/h poffefs'd |
Gazing on Sylvia's charming Byes*
Whofe Soul is there confefs'd.
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All foft and fweet the Maid appears.
With looks that know no Art $
'A*d though (he yields with Trembling FearSj
She yields with all her heart,
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Give Ear to my Relation,
For I (hall declare Sir,
Before you are aware Sir,
The matter very plain,
The matter very plain $
A GofpelCufhion Thumper,
Who Dearly iov'd a Bumper*
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And fomething elfe befide Sir,
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^This was a holy Guid Sir,
For the Diflenting Train,
'And for to tel! you truly,
His Flefh was fo unruly
He could not for his Life Sir,
Paf* by the Drapers Wife Sir,
The Spirit was !b faint;
' The Spirit was fo faint:
This jolly handfom Quaker, *
As he did overtake her,
She made his mouth to water,
And thought long to be at her.
Such Sin is no great matter,
Accounted by a Saint. */
(Says he] my pretty Creature,
Tour Charming Handfom Feature,
Jias Jet me aU on Fire,
Tou know what 1 defire,
There is no harm in Love,
(Quoth (he) if that's your Notion,
To Preach up fuch Devotion,
Such hopeful guides as you Sir,
Will half the World undo Sir,
A Halter is your due Sir,
If you fuch Tricks approve.
The Parfon ftill more eager,
Than Luftful Turk or Neger,
Took up her Lower Garment,
And faid there was no harm in*t,
According to the Text;
For Solomon more wifer,
Than any dull advifer,
Had many Hundred Miffes,
To crown his Royal Wifhes,
And why fhou'd fuch as this is,
Make you fofadly vext.
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The frighted Female Quaker,
Perceiv'd what he would make her,
Was forcd to call the Watch in,
And ftop what he was hatching,
To fpoil the Ught within 5
To fpoil the light within f
They came to her affiftanee,
As &e did make refiftacse,
Againft the Prieft and Devil,
The A&orsofaliEvil,
Who were fo Grand uncivil,
To tempt a Saint to Sin.
The Parfon then Confounded,
To fee himfelf furrounded,
With Mob and fhirdy Watch-men,
Whofe Bnfinefs 'tis to catch men^
in Lewdnefs with a Punk 5
In Lewdnefs with a Punk;
He made forne faint excu fes,
And all to hide abufes,
in taking up the Linnea,
Againft the Saints Opinion,
Within her foft Dominion,
AHedging he was Drunk.
But-tho* he feigned Reeling,
They made Mm pay for feelling.
And lugg'd him to a Prifop,
To bring him to his reafon,
Which he had loft before;
Which be had loft before;
And thus we fee hew Preachers,
That mould be Gofpel-Teachers,
How they are ftrangeiy blinded,
And axi fo Flefiily minded,
Like Carnal Men inclined,
To Lie with any Whore,
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An objeft to appeafe my Mind $
But ftill in vain ic does appear,
Since Fair Bjrmtiaxs not there:
In vain alafs I hope for Eafe,
Since none but She alone can pleafe*
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PHiBis9 I can ne'er forgive it,
Nor 1 think fliall e'er out-live it f
Thus to treat me fo feverely,
. Who have always lov'd fincerely,
Dimon^ you fo fondly cherifli,
Whilft poor I, alas! may perifh j
1 that love which he did never,
Me you flight, and him you favour.
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BLufh notReder than the Morning,
Though the Virgin give you Warning;
Sigh not at the chance befei you,
Though they (mile and dare not tell you.
Sigktiot at &c.
Maids like Turtles love the Cooing,
Bill and Murmur in their Wooing;
Thus like you they ftart and Tremble,
And their troubled Joys differnble.
Tbus lite you &c.
Grarp the Pleafare while 'tis coming,
Though your Beauty's now a blooming 5
left old Time our Joys ftiould fever,
Ah ! ah! they part> they part for ever.
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LOve'sPow'r in my Heart, (ball find no compliance,
I'll ftand to my Guard and bid open defiance;
To Arms, I will mufter my Reafon and Senfes,
Ta ra ra ray Ta ra ra ray a War now commences.
Keep, keep, a ftrift Watch, and obferveev'ry motion,
Your Care to his Cunning exaftly proportion \
Fan on, be gives ground, let him never recover,
Victoria I Victor ia\ the Battle is over.
1I4 Tills to Vurge Melancholy.
A SONG, Setthy Mr. James Hart*
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Think of loving me no more,
Take advice, in time,
Give o'er your Solicitations:
Nature does in vain difpence,
To your Vertue, Courage, Senfe,
Wealth can only influence,
A Woman's Inclinations,
What fond Nymph can e'er be kind,
To a Swaip but rich in Mind,
If as well (he does not find
Gold within his Coffers ?
Gold alone does Scorn remove^
Gold alone incites to Love,
Gold can moft perfwafive prove3
And make the faireft Offers.
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FOrgive me Cloe if I dare,
Your Conduft d'ifapprove:
kThe Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,
Not toDifdain but Love :
Thofesuce pernicious forms defpife,
That cheat you of your blifs;
Let Love inftru& you to be wife,
Whiift Youth and Beauty is.
"Too late you will repent the time,
You lofe by your difdain •,
;The Slaves youfcornnow in your prime,
You'll ne'er retrieve again: ~
But when thofe Charms (hall once decay,
And Lovers difappear,
Defpair and envy {hat! repay 5
Your being now fevere.
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HOw happy, how happy is fife,
How happy, how happy is ffie,
That early, that early her Pafiion begks |
And willing, and willing with Love to agree,
Does not ftay till (he comes to her Teens s
Then, then (he's an pure and chaft,
Then, then (he's all pure and chaft;
Like Angels her fmiles to be priz'd,
Pieafure is feen Cherub Fac*d,
And Nature appears, and Nature appears undifguU'd.
From Twenty to Thirty, and then,
S$t up for a Lover in v ain,
Bflrt^t time we ftudy how Men,
May fe& wraek'd with negleft and difdain:
Love dwefls where we meet with defire,
Defire which!Nature has given,
She's a Fool then that feeling the fire,
Begins not to warnrat^leven,
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JOY to Great C*Jar,
Long Life, Love and Pieafure $
'Tis a Health that Divine is,
Fill the Bowl high as mine is»
Let none fear a Peaver,
But take k off thus B05S;
Let the King live for ever,
'Xis no matter for us Boys.
The Second Strain*
Try all the Loyal,
Defy all,
Give denyal;
Sure none thinks his Glafs too big here,
Nor any Prig here,
Or Sneaking Whig here,
Of €i ipple TonfsCrew,
Thainow looks blew,
His Heart akestoo,
The Tap won't do.
His Zeal T<S true,
AndProj:asnew,
111 Fate does now putflie.'~:
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Let jnteipjbGafrd the King,
{ Let Whigs iq Halters fwing 5
Let Pi/k and Shute be fham'd,
JjdM^fiW&QM be damn!d j
Let Cheating Player be'Nick'd,
The turn-coat Scribe be Kicked j
Let Rebel City Dons,
Ne'er beget their Sons;
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Let ev'ry iPiggifl) Peer,
That Rapes a Lady fair,
And leaves his only Dear,
The Sheets to gnaw and tear,
Be punifh'd out of hand,
And fore'd to pawn his Land,
X attone the grand Affair.
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6reat Charles, like $ebovahf
Spares thofe would ttu-King. Him j
And warms with his Graces,
The Vipers that fti%Kite :
.Jill CrownM with juft Anger,
The Rebels he Seizes \
Jhus Heaven can thunder,
When ever it pleafes.
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Then to the Dute fill,M$ up-tte 6M,
The Son of our M^r,beWd of *he ■Jyfeg:
Envy'dand Lovd,
Yet bleft from above,
Secufd by an Angel ^c uader his Wing.
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Paftionand Folly,
, Aad State Melancholy,
WithT^in Whtghni forever fhaHdweff^
Let Wit, Wine, arid Beauty*
Then teach us our Duty,
for pone e'er cm Love, or bcWifcand-IUbcL
A Royal Ode by Mr. D'Uffey ; Congratulating the
Happy Jccejjion to the Crowhy aid Coronation of
our mo ft Gracious Sovereign Lady Jguem ANNE.
The Words in Imitation of the foregoing Song, and
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Firji Strain.
MArs now is Arming,
The War comes on Storming;
Ail Europe is viewing,
What England is doing ;
The flighted (i) Memorial,
In France and iW Efeurial,
Has balkM (%) Gailick Nero,
And Porto fa) Carero;
Brittains ceafe weeping,
For (4) Pan that lyes fleeping}
Tho* jove us denies him,
Yet (5) Pallas fupplyes him.
Then Sing out yet Mufes,
What Pecehuinfofes $
Divine is the oecafion,
Queen Anne\ Coronation.
Second Strain.
Pair your hearts and joyn,
For now the rightful Line 3
Has left you no Excufe,
For Jarring or abufe 1
The thought of Right and Wrong*
That plagu'd ye all fo long j
No more be now let in,
Jo raife the Senates Spleen $
(1) The
French
Memorial,
(2) The
Prench K.
($ The
new K. of
Spain's chief
Mimflet.
(4.; King
William.
(5) 9ssen
Anne.
Not
\t6 Tills to Purge Melancholy.
Nor fimple Fewds lei grow,
Twlxt High Church and the Low \
But at! refolve to go,
To One at ieaft for (how f
And then made happy fo,
DireS your Angers blow,
Againft the Common Foe.
THrd Strain.
Divine Gloriana,
Now Rules the Glad Nation j
Mild Prudent and Pious,
Without Affeftation \
S^nce Juftice and Pity,
Her lift-(iiil renewing |
And Queen of all hearts,
EVr the Pageant of Crowning;
Fourth Strdn.
AB the Radiant court of Heaven have bleft Her,
Brigbt Jftrea le:Vts the Sky to aflift Her ;
Whilft on her frcw *!i,
Resolves the SaTtdpraife,
Of tam'd Elitfs Days.
Sirg then ye Nlufe$f
What Phcebus infufis $
Divme is the Cccafion,
jgueen Anne** Coronation,
This Cho, may be fung to the Oround-Bafi.
The
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The Duke of Marlboroughs -Health. Sett b*
Mr. R. Cox. '
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COme, here's a good Health, the Duke I do meaat
That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his
May his Fate ftiO be, [Nation and Quec»|
That Conquer (hall he,
Jill the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd 5
Come Ladi never think,
But his Health let's Drink,
And Sing his Great Praife, and Sing his Great Praifc whilft
Bumpers pais Rounds
A
Tills to Tur^W^So^
A Happy Memorable Ballad,
On the Fight near Audenarde, between the Duke of
Marlborough, of Great-Britain; mi theDufo
of Vendofme, of France. As alfo the ft range mi
wonierful Manner how the Vrinces of the Bkoi
Royal of France, were founi in aWooi In
tttujion to the Unhappy Memorable Song com*
tnonly cafti Chevy-Chace,
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GOD profper long our Gracious Queen,
Our Lives and Safeties all,
A woful Fight of lace there did
Near Audenarde befal.
To drive the French with Sword and Gun,
Bi a ve Marlborough took his Way,
Ah! wo th<* Time that France beheld
The Fighting of that Day/
The Valiant Duke to Heaven had fwore
Vendofme fliou'd pay full dear
Tor Ghent and Bruges, e'er his Fame
Should reach his Matter's Ear.
And now with Highly Thoaiand bold,
And chofen Men of M ghr,
He with the French begin to wage
A (harp and bloody Fight.
The
Fills to Purge Melancholy:
The Gallant Britain* fwiftly ran
The French away to chafe,
QnWednefAty they began to fight,
When Day-light did decreafe.
And long before high-Night, they had
Ten t\iQ\xfati& Frenchmen (lain,
And all the Rivers Crimfon flow'd,
As they were dy'd in grain.
The Briuins thro1 the Woods purfu'd,
The nible French to take,
And with their Cries the Hills and Dales,
And every Tree did fhake.
The Duke then to the Wood did come,
In Hopes Vendofme to meet.
When lo ! the Prince of Carigtm
Fell at his Grace's Feet;
Oh! Gentle Duke forbear, forbear,
Into that Wood to fboot;
If ever pity mov*d your Gnc^9
But turn your Eyes and look §
See where the Royal Line of France,
Great Lewis's Heirs do lie;
And Cure a Sight more piteous was
Ne'er feen by Mortal Eye.
What Heart of Flint but rauft relent,
Like wax before the Sun,
To fee their Glory at an end,
E*er yet it was begun.
When as our General found your Grace
Wou'd needs begin to fight,
As thinking it wou'd pieafe the Boys,
To fee fo fine a Sight.
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j$0 Tills to Pwga Mdanchdj.
He ftraightway Cent them to the Top
Of yonder Church's Spire,
Where they might fee and yet be fafe
From Swords and Guns, and Fire,
But firft he took them by the Hand,
Andkifs'd them e'er they went,
Whilft Tears ftood in their little Eyes,
I As if they knew th' Event.
I Then faid, he would with Speed return.,
I Soon a? the Fight was done,
| But when he faw his Men give Ground,
! Away he bafcly run,
I And left thefe Children all alone,
As Babes wanting Relief,
And long they wandred up and down*
No Hopes to chear their Grief,
Thus Hand in Hand they talked, tifl
At laft this Wood they fpy'd,
rAnd when they faw the Night grow dark,
They here lay down and erf M*.
At this the Duke was inly mov%
His Breaft foft Pity beat,
And fo he ftraightway ordered
His Men for to retreat.
And now but that my Pen is blunt,
I might wich eafe relate,
How Fifteen Thoufand French^ were took,
Bsfides what found their Fate.
Nor Cbou'd the Prince of Hannover
In Silence be forgot,
Who like a Lyon fought on Fool,
After his Horfe was (hot.
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And
T
PiisU Targe
And what ftrange Chance likewifc befei,
Unto thefe Children dear,
But that your Patience is too much
Already tir'd, I fear \
And fo God blefs the Queen and Duke,
And fend a lifting Peace*
That Wars and foul Debare henceforth
In all the World may ceafe.
Another Ballad m the Battle of Audenarde.
Mr. Leveridge.
Sett by
:s:
A*-
Y£ Commons and Peen,
Pray lend me your Ears,
I'll Sing you a Song if I can \
How Lewis le Grwd,
Was putio a Stand,
By the Arms of our Gracious QmrnAmi^
How
tsssesaamBam
332 Tills to Purge Melancholy*.
How his Army fo great
Had a total Defeat,
Not far from the River of Denier:
Where his Grand-Children twain.
For fear of being Slain,
Gallop'd off with the Popifh Pretender,
To a Steeple on High"
The Battle to Spy,
Up Mounted thefe clever young Men %
And when from the Spire
They faw fo much Fire
They cleverly came down again.
Then a Horfe*back they got
Ail upon the fame fpotr,
.u By advice of their Coufin Vtnhfme
™j O Lord! cr y'd out he
Unto young Burgundy,
Wcm'd your Brother and you were at Home*
Juft fo did he fay
|| When without more delay
I A way the young Gentry fled j
« Whofe heels for that Work
Were much lighter than Cork,
But theirHearts were more heavy then lead-.
Not fo did behave
The young Hannover brave
la
Pills toTurge Melancholy.
In this Bloody field I affure ye ;
When his War Horfe was Shot
Yet he matter*d it not,
But charg'd ftill on foot like a Fury.
7
When Death flew about
Aloud he call'd out
Ho! you Chavalier of St. George j
If you'll never ftand
By Sea nor by Land
Pretender, that Title you forge.
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Thus boldly he flood
As became that high blood,
Which runs in his Veins fo blue 5
This Gallant Young Man
Being Kin to Queen Am*%
Fought) as were (he a Man, (he wou'd do.
9
What a Racket was here,
(I think 'twas laft year;
For a little ill Fortune in Spain \
When by letting *em win,
We have drawn the Puts in
To loofe aO they are worth this Campaign,
10
Tho Bruges and Ghent,
To the Mounfieur we lent,
With Intereft he foon (hall Re-pay *em j
While Tarts may Sing
With her Sorrowful King
J>e TrofunAis% infteadtrf Te JDem*
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From their Dream of Succefs,
They'iVawaken we guefs
At the Sound of Great Marlborough^ Drums,
They may think if they will
Of Almtwxn ftill,
But 'tis Blenheim where ever he comes,
12
0 Lewis perplex'd,
What General's next ?
Thou haft hitherto chang'd Vm in vain;
He has beat 'em all round,
1 f no new ones are found,
He (hall beat the old over^gain.
n
We'D let Ward out
If hell take t'other bout;
And much he's improved let me tell ye
With Nottingham Ale,
At every Meal,
And good Pudding and Beef in his jfcSDjr*
H
As Loofers at Play,
Their Dice throw away,
While the Winner he ftifl wins on 2
Let who will Command
Thou had ft better Disband*.
]For Old Buily thy Potior* are gon*
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TiSs to ?mge MdanMy. § jj
The Duke of Marlborougfh Health.
MArlhrougb's a brave Commander,
HeCoodufts us into Che Field}
As bold as AUexmkr^
He'll Dy before Jbe'fl yield :
Sound t^e Trumpet Sound boys,
Lee rach Mm ffond his Ground boys,
Nt'er let us flinch, nor give back an inc&,
And fo let his Health go rouad buys,
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\13 6 $ifa to Pure Melancholy.
( The following Scan, made to the foregoing Tune
on the Battle of[Audenarde by Mr* WUrfey.
Sing mighty Marlborough's Story,
Mmol the Field
JHe paffes the Scheld,
And to increafe his Glory,
The French all fly or yeiid:
Vtndofme drew out to fpite him,
Th* Houfhold Troops to fright him»
Princes o'th Blood
Got of as they cou'd,
But ne'er durft return to Fight him*
This is the year of Wonders,
The Gen d'arms Gor'd,
With Bullet and Sword,
Quake when the General Thunders,
Alnw\& was the word:
Sound the Trumpet Sound hoys*
This to his Health be crowa'd boys,
Circle his Brows
With freih Oaken boughs,
And thus let the Glafs ga round boys,
Now we have made a Motion,
Eugene the brave
h Second (hall have,
And could we tope an Ocean,
His due we hardly give:
Still there's one more muft be boys,
Bmnovtr makes 'em up three boys,
Three in a Hand,
rii drink to my Friend,
And Co let us all agree boys.
FINIS.