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A51044 Mock songs and joking poems, all novel consisting of mocks to several late songs about the town : with other new songs and ingenious poems much in use at court, and both theaters / by the author of Westminster drollery. Author of Westminster drollery. 1675 (1675) Wing M2301; ESTC R17804 48,261 217

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And I was affraid to wake ye VVhy did you not cry out you Drab VVhen first you saw he begun it Truly forsooth I was never a Blab Of my Tongue wou'd you a done it And besides forsooth you know That I your humour know too well That when y' are suddainly wak't you 'l throw And tear like to a Fiend of Hell Nay you 'l cry out with loud Allarmes And fling what your fingers touches That I had rather be in my Masters armes Then ever to come in your clutches VVhy did you not then sooner go You arrant Quean before 't was known Truly Madam 't is even so Because that you had none a' your own And Indeed Madam the truth to tell I did think I well did plot it Imagining you wou'd use it well For his dear sake that got it SONG 23. A Dialogue between a Gentleman and his Mistris Man LYe still Aminta for the Light Comes from thy Star-like Eyes so bright 'T is not the day that breaks you see But my poor heart to part with thee Woman Alexis I must needs be gone Aurora's put her Mantle on And Night likewise has given way To that which ushers in the day Man Aminta Know it cannot be The Dawning yet as you may see The Sun doe n●ver rise so soon Those Glimmering beams come from the Moon Wom. Come come Alexis let me go There 's danger in delay you know Then let us part my dearest Mate Least we repent when 't is too late Man Aminta what have I now done That you from me so soon must run It is indeed a sad return To me who in your flames do ●u●● Wom. Leave leave Alexis prethee leave You do your self and me deceive Come follow now what I advise 'T is good to be both merry and wise Man Suppose 't is day what if it be Must you therefore arise from me Did we lye down because 't was Night And shall we rise for fear of light Wom. Well well Alexis now I find My kindness te' e has chang'd your mind I thought y 'ad lov'd me heretofore But now you 'l have me cal'd your Whore Man Why then Aminta let me dye If e're within my breast did lye So base a thought to blast thy name But studd'd to Increase thy fame Wom. Then dear Alexis let me rise For Phoebus beams will bring in Spyes Which may descry what we have done Seeing there 's no Cure when Credit 's gone Man Come give me then a parting kiss And this my Dear and this and this A fifth and so we will give o're Come tak 't says she but now no more The Chorus to it Of this young Couple now you see The Girl had greater wit then he For had they been detected then She knew they ne're shou'd meet agen VVhich to prevent then lost an hour That he might many Nights come to her So time well lost you see though small Brings Intrest great to VVomen all SONG 24. The Diseases about the Town The Tune The Gun I Sing of great Diseases all That happen not at Spring or Fall But what happens round the Year In every City Town and Shire They 'r sicknesses of such a kind That few Physitians have a mind For to take the cure in hand VVhich you shall quickly understand If you 'l promise me to Cure'em First here 's one that doth complain Of Chymeras in the Brain And being one of Natures Minions He 's possess'd with strange Opinions He will Dream at Night that he A New VVorld in the Moon does see And his wits have laid the ground Of the Earth still turning round VVill your Purge or Vomit cure him Here 's another doth devise A way to measure Earth and Skyes And by that does grow so bold To talk of Mountains full of Gold Nay the Inchanted Island he VVhere Men lives to Eternity Swares can tell us if he wou'd VVhere it is both Ebb and Flood VVill your Purge or Vomit cure him There 's another Sick a bed VVith a Meagrim in his Head VVith great whimseys in his Brain His Assertions to maintain He tell you lyes and swear they 'r true That he has lately seen Peru From thence to China sail'd away And Ginny too all in a Day VVill your Purge or Vomit cure him Here 's a Man his Chamber keeps That often talkes and seldom sleeps And all forsooth because his Miss Did deny to giv'm a Kiss I 'de not be in God Cupid's Coat Because he swears he 'l cut his throat Unless he quickly pierce her heart As he did his with his Dart Will your Purge or Vomit cure him There 's another that has run From a great Estate and one As his Estate did run amain He has still a running brain He talks of running Horses yet And running Dogs that ne're were beat Nay although it comes by fits 'Thas made him run out of his wits Will your Purge or Vomit cure him Here is one that much Invighs Against the State another says The Clergy they are grown to high And he that in that Couch doth lye Does say the Law is very much Corrupt and th' other does not grutch To give the Clergy all their due And likewise says the Law is true Will your Purge or Vomit cure him There 's another says the Age Is much debaucht and in rage Rails against Wine and Misses too But t'other give him his due All the premisses deny'd And told him to his face he ly'd So some of these you see must lye As well as they or you or I Will your Purge or Vomit cure us I cou'd bring Diseases many Could I see the Cure of any It is a sickly time you know There will more Diseases grow Some of yours and some of mine Some of his and some of thine But I 've said too much I fear I 'le bring the rest another Year So you 'l promise me to cur'em SONG 25. A perswasive against Doating Love The Tune is As Alexander I must Reign and I must Reign alone THose dull and Sottish Fools I hate That pine and dye for Love And still repent when 't is too late And then their folly prove Then why should I my fancy fix On Women that are so I hate those proud and slighting tricks Pox take 'em let 'em go I 've liv'd till thirty Years round And never doated yet Nor in these charmes was e're misled Or caught in Cupids Net And e're that I wou'd wedded be To her that has betray'd Her Faith to any other I 'de live and dye a Maid I love a Girl that 's brisk and smart In Reparties and true And likewise for her outward part I 'de have her handsome too For he that weds a Fool will find There 's not so great a curse And dayly will torment his mind Then which there 's nothing worse FINIS SONG 26. A Mock to Farwel my Armid● And to that Tune FAr-well my dear Puggy my Pullet my ●ow bell Thy Ferret eyes are