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An antidote against melancholy made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.
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J. P.; N. D., attributed name.
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1669
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AN ANTIDOTE Against MELANCHOLY Made up in PILLS Compounded of Witty Ballads Jovial Songs and Merry Catches Hellicon Aristippus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—ondon Printed for John Playford at his Shop in the Temple 1669 To the Reader THere 's no Purge ' gainst Melancholy But with Bacchus to be jolly â—ll else are but Dregs of Folly â—aracelsus wanted skill â—hen he sought to cure that Ill â—o Pectorals like the Poets Quill â—ere are Pills of every sort â—or the Country City Court â—ompounded and made up of sport â— ' gainst Sleep and Fumes impure â—hou thy Senses would'st secure â—ake this Coffee's not half so sure â—ant'st thou Stomach to thy Meat â—nd would'st fain restore the heat â—his does it more than Chocolet â—ures the Spleen Revives the Blood â—uts thee in a merry Mood â—ho can deny such Physick good â—othing like to Harmless Mirth â—is a Cordial on earth â—hat gives Society a Birth â—hen be wise and buy not borrow â—eep an Ounce still for to Morrow â—etter than a pound of Sorrow The Stationer to the Reader HAving formerly published this Book of Merry Ballads and Songs in fewer sheets yet under this Title the Impression not being large was soon bought up And since finding it much enquir'd for I was willing for two Reasons to give it a Second Birth which I hope by my large Addition and a more perfect Coppy will appear to the World much fairer First some Covetous persons who endevouring to immitate that former Book did publish things of that nature and out of it stole here and there a Ballad and â— Song and also out of my late Printed Musick Book of Songs and Catches hopeing thereby the rest of their Rediculous stuff might vend the better But sure I am they have Printed most of my Song false and some but in part and pieces My second reason was to answer the desire of several Friends and most to vindicate my former Book and 〈◊〉 make it now more complete by endeavouring 〈◊〉 to publish true Coppies and those that were Ingeâ—nious both for Wit and Fancy And though somâ— object these are Old to such who love New Winâ— there is enough abroad but the Old agrees besâ— with the Palet and stomach of those who under sâ—and the difference The Table of the Ballads Poems Songs and Catches in this Book THe Ex-ale-tation or Praise of Ale Pag. 1. The Ballad of Arthur of Bradley Pag. 9. The Ballad call'd the Gelding of the Divel Pag. 12. The Ballad of the Green Gown Pag. 15. The Ballad of Sir Egle-Moore Pag. 17. The Ballad call'd Blew Cap for me Pag. 19. The Ballad in praise of the Caps Pag. 20. The Ballad of the Nose Pag. 23. The Ballad of the Blacksmith Pag. 25. The Ballad of the Brewer Pag. 28. The Ballad call'd the Wedding by Sir John Sucklyn Pag. 31. The Ballad of Saint George for England Pag. 35. The Ballad call'd the Bulls Feather Pag. 37. The Ballad call'd Old England turn'd New Pag. 39. The Ballad call'd a view of London Sights Pag. 41. The Ballad Call'd News and no News Pag. 43. The Ballad of the Old Courtier and the New Pag. 45. The Ballad call'd the New Souldier Pag. 47. The Ballad in Praise of the Beard Pag. 49. The Ballad in Praise of a Red Nose Pag. 51. The Ballad of the Maying at Rumford Pag. 53. The Ballad call'd the Man in the Moon Pag. 55. The Ballad call'd Colins Adventure Pag. 57. The Ballad of the Good Wife and the Bad. Pag. 58. The Ballad call'd the Faries Farwel by Dr. Corbet Pag. 60. The Ballad of the Pig by Dr. Corbet Pag. 62. The Ballad call'd the Tunbridge Doctor Pag. 65. The Ballad of the German Doctor Pag. 68. The Ballad call'd the Angler Pag. 71. The Ballad on two Amorous Swains Pag. 73. The Ballad call'd the Jovial Bear-ward Pag. 75. The Ballad of the Famous Signe at Skoal in Norfolk Pag. 77. The Ballad of Old Simon the King Pag. 81. The Ballad of the Maid and the Fryer Pag. 83. The Ballad call'd the Politick Drinker Pag. 8â— The Ballad call'd the Reformed Drinker Pag. 87. The Ballad of a Courtier and a Country Clown Pag. 89. The Ballad call'd Cresada's Lamentation Pag. 9â— The Ballad call'd the Medly of Wooers Pag. 9â— The Ballad or the Welshmans praise of Wales Pag. 94. The Ballad of Cooklorrel by Ben. Johnson Pag. 9â— The Ballad of Tom a Bedlam Pag. 99. A Letany Pag. 101. On the Downfal of the Mitre-Tavern in Cambridge Pag. 10â— On the Excellent vertue of Sack By Dr. Edwards Pag. 10â— On the Combate of Cocks by Mr. Tho Randolph Pag. 10â— On a Fart in the Parliament house by S. J. Sucklin Pag. 111. The Amorous Welshmans Letter to his Mistress Pag. 11â— On the Choice of a Wife Pag. 11â— On the decay of good Hospitalitie Pag. 11â— Captain Squiers Letany Pag. 12â— A York-shire Trialogue in York-shire Dialect Pag. 12â— The Tobacco takers Song Pag. 12â— The Merry Coblers Song Pag. 12â— The Needy-mans Song Pag. 12â— The Pedlers Song Pag. 12â— The Cut-purse Song Pag. 13â— The Hay-makers Song Pag. 13â— The Scholars Song Pag. 13â— â—e Beggers Song Pag. 133. â—e Tavern Song Pag. 134. Song call'd the Healths Pag. 135. Glee to Bacchus by Ben. Johnson Pag. 136. â—other Glee to Bacchus Pag. 137. 〈◊〉 a Pint of Sack By Mr. Tho. Randolph Pag. 138. Praise of Wine By the Lord Broghill Pag. 139. Glee in Praise of Sack Pag. 140. 〈◊〉 saken Philits Lamentation Pag. 141. 〈◊〉 a Cold Chyne of Beef Pag. 142. 〈◊〉 a Rosted Chyne of Beef Pag. 143. â—uncel to Batchellors Pag. 144. â—vice to a friend upon his Marriage Pag. 145. â—e married mans Diet. Pag. 146. â—lias Complaint Pag. 147. â—e Mad Lover Pag. 148. 〈◊〉 Old Knight to a Young Lady Pag. 149. â—ins and his Love Pag. 150. â— Coy Lady to a Young Courtier Pag. 151. â—e Bashful Lover Pag. 152. â—eedom in Love Pag. 153. â—vice to Cloris Pag. 154. â—uncel to a Maid Pag. 155. â—e Doubtful Lover Resolv'd Pag. 156. â—berty in Love Pag. 158. â— Clown to his Mistress Pag. 159. 〈◊〉 a Wife Pag. 159. 〈◊〉 Tobacco Pag. 160. â—on a Welshman Pag. 160. â—e Tinkers Song Pag. 161. â—e last part of this Book contains 49 â—merry Catches which begin Folio Pag. 162. In the Praise or Ex-Ale-tation of ALE. Not drunken nor sober but neighbour to both I met with a Friend in Ales-bury Vale 〈◊〉 saw by my Face that I was in case To speak no great harm of a Pot of good ALE. â—en did he me greet and said since we meet And he put me in mind of the name of the Dale 〈◊〉 Ales-bury's sake some pains I would take And not bury the praise of a Pot of good ALE. â—e more to procure me then he did adjure me â—f the Ale I drank last were nappy and stale â—do it its right and stir up my sprite And fall to commend a pot c. â—oth I to commend it I dare not begin
for me â—elshman that had a long Sword by his side Red Doublet red Breech and red Coat and red Peard â—s made a great shew of a great deal of pride Was tell her strange tales te like never heard â—as recon her pedegree long pefore Prute body was near that could her Confute â—ut still she reply'd Geod Sir la be ever I have a man blew-cap for me â— Frenchman that largely was booted and spurr'd â—â—g Lock with a ribbon long Points and long Preeshes VVas ready to kiss her at every word â— for the other exercises his fingers itches â— be pretty wench a Metrel par ma Foy â—r me do love you be not so coy Yet still she reply'd Geod Sir la be â—ver I have a man blew-cap for me An Irishman with a long Skeen in his Hose Did think to obtain her it was no great matter Up stairs to the chamber so lightly he goes That she never heard him until he came at her Quoth he I do love thee by Fait and by Trot And if thou wilt know it experience shall sho't Yet still she reply'd Geod Sir la be If ever I have a man Blew-Cap for me A Netherland Mariner came there by chance Whose cheeks did resemble two rosting Pome-waters And to this Blith Lass this sute dit advance Experience had taught him to cog lie and flatter Quoth he I will make thee sole Lady of the Sea Both Spanyard and English man shall thee obey Yet still she reply'd c. At last came a Scotchman with a Blew Cap And that was the man for whom she had tarried To get this Blyth Lass it was his giud hap They gan to Kirk and were presently married She car'd not whether he were Lord or Leard She call'd him sick a like name as I ne'r heard To get him from aw she did weell agree And still she cryed Blew Cap thou art welcome to me The Ballad Of the CAPS THe Wit hath long beholding been Unto the Cap to keep it in But now the wits fly out amain In praise to quit the Cap again The Cap that keeps the highest part Obtains the place by due desert For any Cap what ere it bee It still the sign of some degree â—he Monmoth Cap the Saylor thumbe And that wherein the Tradesman come â—he Physick Cap the Cap Divine And that which Crowns the Muses nine â—he Cap that fools do Countenance The goodly Cap of Maintenance For any Cap c. â—he sickly Cap both plain and wrought The Fudling Cap how ever bought â—he Woolsted Furr'd the Velvet Sattin For which so many pates learn Latin â—he Cruel Cap the Fustian Pate The Perewig a Cap of Late For any Cap c. â—he Souldiers that the Monmoth wear On Castles-tops their Ensigns rear â—he Sea-man with his Thrumb doth stand On higher parts then all the land â—he Tradesmans Cap aloft is born By vantage of a stately horn For any Cap c. â—he Physick Cap to dust can bring Without controul the greatest King â—he Lawyers Cap hath Heavenly might To make a crooked action straight â—nd if you 'l line him in the fist The Cause he 'l warrant as he list For any Cap c. â—â—th East and West and North and South Where ere the Gospel hath a mouth â—he Cap Divine doth thither look 'T is Square like Scholars and their Books â—he rest are Round but this is Square To shew their Wits more stable are For any Cap c. â—he Jester he a Cap doth wear Which makes him fellow for a Peer â—nd 't is no slender piece of Wit To act the Fool where great Men sit But O the Cap of London Town I wis 't is liâ—e a goodly Crown For any Cap c. The Sickly Cap though wrought with silk Is like repentance white as milk VVhen Caps drop off at health apace The Cap doth then your head uncase The sick mans Cap if wrought can tell Though he be sick his Cap is well For any Cap c. The Fudling Cap by Bacchus Might Turn's night to day and day to night VVe know it makes proud heads to bend The Lowly feet for to Ascend It makes men richer then before By seeing doubly all their score For any Cay c. The Furr'd and Quilted Cap of age Can maâ—e a mouldy proverb sage The Satin and the Velvet hive Into a Bishoprick may thrive The Triple Cap may raise some hope If fortune serve to be a Pope For any Cap c. The Periwig O this declares The rise of flesh though fall of hairs And none but Gransiers can proceed So far in sin till they this need Before the King who covered are And onely to themselves stand bare For an Cap what ere it be Is still the sign of some degree A Ballad Of the NOSE THree merry Lads met at the Rose To speak in the praises of the Nose â—he Nose that stands in the midle place Sets out the beauty of the Face â—he Nose with which we have begun VVill serve to make our verses run Invention often barren grows Yet still there 's matter in the Nose â—he Nose his end 's so high a prize That men prefer 't before their eyes â—nd no man counts him for his friend That boldly takes his Nose by the end â—he Nose that like Uripus flowes The Sea that did the wiseman pose Invention often c. â—he Nose is of as many kinds As Mariners can reckon winds â—he long the short the Nose displayd The great Nose which did fright the Maid â—he Nose through which the Brother-hood Do parly for their Sisters good Invention of ten c. â—he flat the sharp the Roman Snowt The Hawkes Nose circled round about â—he Crooked Nose that stands awry The Ruby Nose of Scarlet dye â—he brazen Nose without a Face That doth the Learned Colledge grace Invention often c. The long Nose when the teeth appear Shews what 's a Clock if day be clear The broad Nose stands in Bucklers place And takes the blows for all the face The Nose being plain without a Ridge Will serve sometimes to make a Bridge Invention often c. The short Nose is the Lovers blisâ— Because it hinders not a kiss The toteing Nose O monstrous thing That 's he that did the bottle bring And he that brought the bottle hither Will drink O monstrous out of measure Invention often c. The Firie Nose in Lanthorn stead May light his Master home to bed And whosoever this Treasure owes Grows poor in purse though Rich in Nose The Brazen Nose that 's ore the gate Maintains full many a Latin pate Invention often c. If any Nose take this in snuff And think it more then enough VVe answer them we did not fear Nor think such Noses had been here But if there be we need not care A Nose of VVax our Statutes are Invention now is barren grown The Matter 's out the Nose is blown A Ballad of the Black-Smith OF all the