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A58192
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Folly in print, or, A book of rymes
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Raymond, John, 17th cent.
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1667
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Wing R418; ESTC R5763
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And then I 'm sure Thou wilt not hit by chance but choice For which thou hast each Lovers voice And that 's their cure But if thou wilt thy power imploy Thy cruel art hearts to destroy For hearts are thine If she refuse mine lay 't not by her Sooner throw 't into thy fire For to calciâ—e The Phaenix from her cinders grows And true love from loves ashes flows Oh how I burn So the condition of my fate 'Twixt life and death to circulate In Cupids Urne I 'le have as many hearts for thee As in those ashes grains you l see And then I 'm sure I le have one heart to sacrifice To every look of her fair eyes And that 's my cure These to my Mistress I present As this days tribute to her sent 'T is my desire To be her Martyr is my glory And be written in loves story Penn'd with fire A jealous Lady reproaching her Servant that he courted new Faces since her own not the best yet she was well proportion'd thus answers WHither Art or natures grace Does adorn my mistress face Burns nor quenches my desire They are those parts obscur'd from sight Limbs proportion'd for delight Blows my warmth into a fire If a face could please alone One pictur'd or would cut in stone From a Person in love with a young Lady who had marryed an old Man BRuno intreats Albana tell How Bruno she inclines to love Whose heart is proof against a spell Yet from her circle cannot move 'T is not I find the power of arts Not any charm can conquer me It must be sympathy in hearts Or if not so what can it be Discords in Musick we do find Such harmony and air doth bring Such charming sweetness to the mind As if the close were all one string Th' emitted Atomes through our eyes Secret intelligence conveigs Into our hearts which no disguise Can hide from such elucent rayes Love much abused where interest Usurpes that name and proper right That 's only due to such a breast Which loves the person at first sight And that magnetique sympathy Which doth incline our eys to gaze Is the souls choice and amity Loves circulation in a maze If any other hidden cause Or more elate pray let me know For if you take a time to pause You 'l but invent to hide it so Truly confess and freely say It is the same what ere it be Which makes you love and go that way You cannot choose but meet with me How well agreed how understood Our hearts to one another known The secret tye is in our blood The Seed is in our natures sown The works of nature hidden are Which by effects we only know Then against nature we make warre When we not imitate her so Let no delusive Fantosme then Misleade us with fantastique fire Women were only made for men VVhich nature prompts us to desire Old Age's a moving monument Their marbles sweat but cold as Ice But quickning natures first intent Gets monuments of greater price Nature with reason doth agree No incoherence can we find But that impell'd by sympathy By nature marryed must be kind Hath nature yet by any law Or rule confin'd one creature yet Then surely nature to obey Is only rational and fit Rebels to nature may create New forms of government I know And turn a Kingdom to a state But my Albana does not so For she loves Monarchy as I And I love her because she loves Shee cannot live and bid me dye For doing what her self approves A Catch made before the KINGS coming to Worcester with the Scottish Army THe Round-heads drink a health To their new Common-wealth And swear the Kings must be forgot But the pot shall be bang'd When the Rogues are all hang'd Here 's a Health to the King and the Scot. Come Skinker be nimble This quart's but a thimble Away with 't swell this of a gallon To our Masters brave Son Who will fire the first gun And boldly command us fall on Each man upon his back Shall swallow his Sack This health will indure no shrinking The rest shall dance round Him that lyes on the ground 'Fore me this is excellent drinking Faith Ladds let 's uncase us Our raggs but disgrace us Some faggots more wine and a health To him and all those Who will fire their cloaths As I would this new Common-wealth A SONG To the Tune of My Dear and only Love take heed TEach me Bellisa what to doe I am Inviron'd round Grief bringing thoughts oppress me so They bend me to the ground Alass thy Strephon doth implore Thy help in time of need He beggs who never begg'd before Come save my life w'th speed Could I but hear thy sweetest voice Or bless miue eyes with thine My panting heart would so rejoyce Souls so with bodies joyn As frosts before the sun doth melt And rivers glide away My griefs would pass by me unfelt With thee if I might stay And I more faithful than the rest Who for thy favour sue Should be imbosom'd in thy brest The place to my love due Then happy Strephon joyful sing Hast hence away my sorrow I 'd not change states with any King To be a King tomorrow A Shepherd true a faithful friend I 'le ever prove to thee The skies to earth shall first descend E're thou complain of me Then lay aside thy withered fear And feed on hopes a while Fair weather after storms appear Love shall the time beguil SONG CUpid is an idle toy Never was there such a boy If there were let any show Or his quiver or his bow Or the wound by him he got By a broken arrow shot Money Money Money makes men bow That 's the only Cupid now Whilst the world continu'd good And men lov'd for flesh and blood Men about them wore a dart Which did win a womans heart And the women great and small With a certain thing they call Kisse me Kisse me Kisse me caught the men That was the only Cupid then A Song on a Scornful Mistriss DRowsie Lover rowse thy soul Quaffe Canary and thou l't find Spirits floating in the bowl Cures distempers of the mind Drinking makes thee sleep secure That alone is half a cure If Bellara be too cold And have chill'd thy loves desire Drink 't is warming and be bold She hath no such active fire Each glass a fresh Mistress brings Our Seraglio's great as Kings When thou art thus careless grown And thy ague fit remov'd Women will not loose their own Where they ever were belov'd Then if shee 'l return to thee Nothing cures so well as she AN EPIGRAM On two at Enmity with one another DIego is speechless cannot live How poor Reymundo then will grieve But how if Diego should recover Poor Reymund then will n'ere give over Neither without nor with at ease The Devill take him if he please To the same accusing him for Flattery HOw happy is that Government Where Flattery