him hope being almost spent As I live says Vivo Statuo did appoint Me Ensigne 'cause at first I did win 't Noseo said he knew 't Mentior swore he lyed Then Acuo whets his Sword that hung by 's side Peace Peace says Taceo Sudo sweat for fear And Surgo rose and fled into the Rear Singultio then began to sob they say Because Provoco challeng'd him that day Cubo fell down and Capio did him take Up again when he could scarcely speak Frenaeo then did gnash with 's teeth so hard He drove away poor Pello from the Guard Come says Invenio I do clearly find Maneo did well to tarry still behind For Incenâ—o here has let us all on fire And I 'le begin says Inchoo to retire Oro prays heartily that it may succeed I 'le shew you a way says Indico with speed Consulo's Councel they did not despise Condono said he 'd pardon his Enemies Fascino thought he was bewitcht he swore But Sino said that he had suffer'd more Then all Impertio did Impart it to 'em all And I command says Impero great and small Obedio vow'd that he 'd the first obey And Moneo did admonish the same way Nay says Narro I 'le report it round the Field Nolo though unwilling yet at last doth yield And Velo was as willing I do protest Yet Malo was more willing then all the rest I have a mind says Habeo for to join With all this crew and Rego says he will resign His rule Sto was at a stand and gaz'd about And Certo striv'd to draw this Rabble rout To some agreement at last Loquor's speech Did by degrees quite soder up the breach Though Predico did preach before in vain And Suadco did perswade with might and main And Fungor did discharge his duty right And he with Vnio caus'd'em all unite And Dico said 't was best from War to cease Last Sancio he establish did a Peace Though Solvo paid'em for their service done Then Iurgo chid those from the Fight did run Finio the Battle ends yet most do say Though Iacto bragg'd yet Vinco won the day Numero numbers all who that were slain And Opto wisht it might ne're be so again Parco was very glad that he was spar'd And Partio did devide the spoil was shar'd Irascor was angry and began to fret 'Cause Adsum was not present when they met But Salto danc'd and Ludo then did play On 's Instrument for Joy of that happy day 'T is best says Lavo wash our throats then cut 'em And Tundo knockt for Liquor which was brought'em Yet Turgeo and Tumeo began to swell 'Cause Placeo at the Peace was not pleas'd well Says Veto Iove forbid that we again Should fight to which they all did cry Amen SONG 16. A Mock to the Song cal'd Lay by your pleading And to that Tune LAy by your fighting Misses are inviting All the Millitary Boyes To that they most delight in Small power the Sword has And on my word has Not so great a Privelledge As Misses now afford us They 'l kiss us and clip us And stâ—ll in pleasure keep us And in little while of all We have will strip us They still will be kind too and are inclin'd too Pay what they borrow of you When the Devil 's blind too All you Citty Blades too Leave of your Trades too Misses have a better way to Trade Which never fades too Trading is decaying Is your constant saying And that your Customers are Backwards still in paying Then cleave to your Misses That the greatest bliss is And what you want in Purse You 'l have it in Diseases They ne're will forsake ye Until they break ye Then hey for a Voyage too Virginea or Iamaica Off goes the Gown too Law now must down too And every Lawyer must stoop To 's Mistris Frown too Nay when they 'r pleading And Law a reading If his Miss a Caveat put that Stops all proceeding If her credit fail Boyes You must put in Bail Boyes And from Fee simple you shall Tennant be in Tail Boyes Then by her weary tricks Which you 'l think ayry tricks Till at last you 'l Christen her by the name of Meritrix SONG 17. The praises of a Cobler The Tune And 't is the Knave of Clubs bears all the sway A Cobler is an excellent Surgeon Because his Neighbours will be urging Him to cure their Shoes again When they come into old Shoe-lane Which he can do with Awl his might And with his Last set'em upright Then he no Man is Schollar greater Because he is a great Translator And Stiches also for a Friend But must alas be by his end So that themselves will under ley Rather then Friends should tread awry He in no Fish does deal at all But only Soles both great and small Yet loves Plase else how cou'd he sit Yet I ne're saw him eat a bit On 't and cures Soles that are decay'd That they till next time shall not fade When he has a mind some Fish to take He of his thread a Net will make And Pitch it still so excellently That no Fish can e're pass by So that you 'l say the draught must waxe The greater when he up it takes Me thinks Death shou'd not a Cobler kill Because he makes him Soles at will For Death has power on Bodies alone But the Cobler when the Sole is flown And sunder'd from the Upper-leather 'T is he not Death must stitch't together He is a Man will never be Worse then now you do him see For he is fit to be employ'd When places happen to be voyd Nay the fittest â—n all the Land Because he 's still o' th mending hand Thus you may see the Cobler now A Surgeon is an Schollar too And though he seldom deals in Fish Yet when he please can have a Dish For every Day he Soles doth make And Plase his breech doth daily take And that he 's mending still and can Make Nets as well as any Man And pitch'em too better then many That they shall waxe the best of any And more then Death can do you know He mends the Sole which Death can't do SONG 18. Vpon the taking down of the Kings Armes in the Rumps time in the Year 1649. When instead of plucking down them on the Gate of the Physick-garden in Oxford they were such excellent Heralds that they pluckt down the Earl of Danby's Armes who was the Founder there IN sixteen hundred forty nine When Cavaliers were forc'd to dine At Duke Humphreys Table still But 't was poor hearts against their will A dismal time when Rump did fart yee A thousand cracks 'gainst Royal party And when Kings Armes were plucking down In every Citty and in Town In Oxford Citty there 's a place Cal'd Physick garden and little space From Colledge Magdalen doth stand Well known to many in this Land From Mandlin bridge it stands Northwest So
as the cause of my grief Thy voice is far lowder then ever was Bow-bell And from the Clapper on 't grant me relief Thy Brow lyes in Pleats like a Loose-body'd gown That some Men have thought my dear Pigney did Because'tis in wrincles hangs o're her eyes frown Much like to a Bon-grace to keep of the Flyes Thy Nose stands so far out on which a great dent is Just in the middle much like to a hook Which turns up so finely and then so much bent is As if 't were to hang on a pot for a Cook And 't is of two kinds for one keeps all in But th' other hangs dangling still down to her chin VVhich her pretty Mouth o're-joy'd with the taste Sometimes laps it in that nothing should waste And then thy sweet Pie-baâ—â—'d teeth much do delight me Standing like Tuskes on a long-snowted Pig So loose they are set that they never could bite me Nay some have come out with but eating a Fig They never could bite me 't is certain you know Because they stand in and out none in a row Thy Lips are so sweet and pâ—easant I vow And then are for thickniss like our brinded Cow They white are like tallow that never yet Man did Buss sweeter things then those Lips of thine Nay some Men have thought they were sugar Candy Thy sparkling whiteness so finely did shine Thy Breath is so sweet and strong that if Men VVere at the last gaspe 't would fetch 'em again Nay had I my will for ever I 'de dwell At thy pretty Mouth for love of the smell The rest of her parts I dare not discover Thinking already too much I have spoke And being my self so zealous a Lover Should she be stollen m'heart will be broke But when we are Married I vow and protest I will not be jealous at all in the least I think in my Conscience I need not to do 't For those that do know her will ne're put her to 't SONG 27. The â—ver dispairing Lover The Tune is Bory Versaille WHen first I saw my Phyllis face Her Star-like Eyes so bright did shine I deem'd of no humane race But did believe her all Divine But when she sung I thought her Tongue Was kept by all the Heavenly Spears Who met with her And fixed there And every one that her hear Did wish themselves all Ears But when I saw her Jvory hand To touch the Lute I did admire She had upon 't such command As if 't were touch'd by 'th Heavenly Quire She play'd so well She bore the Bell Away from all the Ladies there Who 'gan to blaze Abroad her praise That every one was in a maze Such Harmony to hear She then began to dance a round That every one as well as I Did see she scarce did touch the ground We thought she did not dance but fly She tript about Still in and out But yet kept time and figure too That all did say That very day She carri'd the Credit clear away For dancing smooth and true There 's not a Man of all the Crew But was in Love as much as I Who lov'd her parts and Person too If great Men love my suit must dye Nought but despair Must be my share And Death will be to me a gain For since that I Must not come nigh My Phillis I 'le lye down and dye To ease me of my pain SONG 28. A Caveat to young Ladies The Tune Miss Mundays Cellabrane made by Mr. Smith I Ne're will Love agen What e're betide me And from inconstant Men Good Angels guide me Then Ladies must not be Swift in consenting Least they sing Lachrymae By late repenting He promis'd wondrous fair When first came to me Nor Oaths nor Vows did spare When he did woe me His sug'red words and smiles So wrought upon me I ne're fore-saw his wiles Till they 'd undone me Then Ladies now alas Thus you may mind them As for to trâ—st them as Far as you find them For if your selves you do Keep at that distance You may with credit too Make them resistance SONG 29. On a late Ball at Inn-holders Hall I Chanc'd of late to see a Ball Near Dow-gate at Inn-holders-Hall Where I saw many that danc'd well But one did all the rest excell In French dance and in Cellabrane She 'd foot it true to every strain O' th Musick if fast then she 's so If not then she can dance as slow But when she came to dance a Jig I ne're saw such a nimble Grig So lively free brisk and ayry I thought she was Vbiquitary She tript so briskly up and down You 'd think she had not danc'd but flown For lofting dancing I protest I think she did out do the best Being up she cut ye twice or thrice E're she came down then in a trice Mount up again and cut many more That I saw ne're the like before She at that time did do so well From all she bore away the Bell. Go on brave Girl prethee go on For if thou hold'st as thou 'st begun And in Child-hood hast done so well In after times thou 't all excell Besides I saw two little things That look'd me thoughts like Cherubs wings I mean for Stature and for growth That if you had but seen 'em both You 'd think that they but lately fell From the Womb and then came out o' th shell And some to Palliate that did say They thought they suckt but th' other day Yet these Sucklings did that Night New Mottar and Minoways so right To the admiration of us all That were Spectators at that Ball. Why how now Friend is 't possible That Norfolk Men can do so well Henceforth for Kings-line I shall have A great respect because it gave Birth to my Friend I. Rich son Who in this Ball so well hast done SONG 29. A Mock to a Lover I am and a Lover I 'le be in the praise of Tobacco And to that Tune TObacco I love and Tobacco I 'le take And I hope good Tobacco I ne're shall forsake 'T is drinking wenching destroys still the Creature But this noble Fume does dry up ill nature Then those that despise it shall never be strong But those that admire it will ever look young With Pipe after Pipe we still keep in motion In Puffing and Smoking like Guns on the Ocean And when they are out we charge 'em and then We stop 'em and ram'em and recharge agen Since we with Tobacco can keep ourselves sound Let Bacchus and Venus in Leth be drown SONG 31. The Suddain Wedding The Tune is The Gun-fleet I 'Me in Love says Noll Indeed says Doll But prethee say with who I fear says he Come speak says she Why then it is with you You jest says Doll Good Faith says Noll You do me wrong my Dolly But Men says she To flattery be To much addicted Nolly I vow says Noll I Love thee Doll But pray Sir tell
great a bliss Nor e're could smell the sweetness which the Air Drew from your breath unless your hair Were powdred I 've a Critick guess and can allow A counterfeited wrincle on the Brow Provided it be to prepare a light To sweeten joy and relish Appetite But if you frown in earnest when I wooe And serious are by Iove I can do so to Take heed this do not bring you to that pass That all shall scorn to Court you but your Glass Then you with sorrow may your shadow tell You had a Servant once that lov'd you well Till your own folly lost him then be sure If you 'le be lov'd by me with Love that 's pure And shine as glorious as you did beâ—ore Henceforth be wise and anger me no more SONG 64. LOng since fair Clarinda my passion did move Whilst under my friendship I conveyed my love But now I must speak though I fear t is in vain 'T is too late in my Death to dissemble my pain In telling my Love though I fear I shall deny I shall ease my sad heart and more quietly die But sure by my eyes you my passion may find No Friendship e're Languisht or lookt half so kind Though I said not I lov'd you might see it so plain Friends us'd not to sigh or to speak with such pain Each touch with her hand such warâ—th did inspire My face was all Feavor my heart was all fire My thoughts are so tender my Tongue cannot tell What bliss would be your's if you lov'd half so well Let the the thing with the Title or property prove Let him have the show and me have the love I have lov'd you so long that if you delay You will owe me so much that you never can pay SONG 65. WHat a Riddle is Love if thought on aright T is mirth mixt with sorrow pain with delight T is a pleasant Disease and deâ—icate smart At once the vexation and joy of my heart For this Signal Grace to the world I declare In Earth Heaven and Hell Lov 's power 's the same No Laws there nor here no Gods so severe But Love can repeal and Beauty can tame SONG 66. WHen on my sick-bed I Languish Full of sorrowful Anguish Faiting Gasping Trembling Crying Panting Groaning Speechless Dying My Soul just now about to take her flight Into the Region of Eternal Night O tell me you That have been long below What shall I do VVhat shall I think when cruel Death appears That may extenuate my fears Me thinks I hear some gentle Spirit say Be not fearful come away Think with thy self that now thou shalt be free And find thy long expected liberty Thou mayst but worst thou canst not be Then in the Vale of tears and misery Like Caesar with assurance then come on And unamaz'd attempt the Lawrel Crown What lyes on th' other side Deaths Rubicon SONG 67. PHilander and Sylvia a gentle soft pair VVhose business was love and kissing their care In a sweet smelling grove went sighing along Till the youth gave a vent to his heart by his tongue O Sylvia said he and sight as he spoke Your cruel resolve will you never revoke No never she said How never he cry'd 'T is the ill that shall only that Sentence abide SONG 68. FAir Caelia too sondly contemns those delights wherewith gentle Nature hath softned the nights If she be so kind to present us with power The fault is our own to neglect the good hour Who gave thee thy beauty ordain'd thou shouldst be As kind to thy Sâ—aves as the Gods are to thee SONG 69. The Gadding Gallant To the Tune of She lay all naked in her bed WHy should'st thou say Arinda I Have been untrue to thee Thou knowst a week I did comply And was thy Votary VVhich was a tedious time to me Because that heretofore I ne're did stay Above a day Nor ne're intend it more Do but observe the industrious Bee VVho after every shower VVill swiftly fly from Tree to Tree And sip at every flowre VVere she confind'd to one alone The pleasure would be void But being free VVithal you see The Fancy nere is cloy'd Likewise I pray what he or she VVhither of Flesh or Fish VVou'd be content perpetualy To feed upon one Dish Too much of one things good for nought And dulls the Appetite And all agree Variety Do's raise it to the height Besides Arinda know that change Is now the only mode And every one delights to Range And make their Meals abroad Then why should I be ty'd to one Since all are free beside Yet thou d'st have me Be fixt to thee As if thou wert my Bride SONG 70. Tune is And 't is the knave of Clubs bears all the 〈◊〉 I Sing of Sciences which fate To English-men has brought of late And though from forreign parts they came Yet we have all embrac'd the same And now have fixt them so well here They 'r all a mode de Anglitterre First Boy if thou hast store of Chink And hast a mind to learn to drink Although the Dutch-men shew'd the way To tipple Brandy Night and Day Yet we the knack on 't now have here 'T is all a Mode c. Hast thou a mind thy time to pass With a Mis or pretty Lass. And though the French at first did show The way to all yet you must know We now so much esteem it here 'T is all a Mode de Anglittâ—rre Hast thou a mind to learn to Swear The wicked'st Oath that ever were Though the Germans it began VVe now do swear and curse and ban 'T is pleasant grown to every ear And all a Mode c. Hast thou a mind to learn to Lye â—o Cozen Cheat and Cogg a die VVhich we from Forrein parts have learn'd Yet more plainly now it is descern'd That we so well have learn't it here 'T is all a mode c. Last would'st thou learn to Quarrel too Here thou may'st do 't with small ado From thence away to duelling VVhich we from Forrein Parts did bring And now 't is so establish'd here 'T is all a mode c. Thus have you heard both one and all The Sciences Illiberal Which here are learn'd in little space And all are done with Divellish grace And being made free Denizens here They 'r all a mode de Angliterre FINIS ERRATA PAge 10. line 18 alwas read always p. 13. l. 8. tongue r. thunder p. 18. l. 21. add when p. 45. l. 13. Thrgeo r. Turgeo p. 46. l. 4. Renno r. Renuo p. 47. l. 27. Drodo r. Prodo p. 48. l. 12. Puso r. Pulso p. 63. l. 6. Thus r. There p. 78. l. 6. round r. unwed p. 80. l. 7. Thy r. There p. 111. l. 1. 〈◊〉 r. last p. 137. l. 20. Faiting r. Fainting
him for 't and every one Besides Hio began to gape for breath they say And Halo wanted breath that very day Macto began to kill without remorse And Paro did prepare to meet his force Then Paveo dreaded that this might mischief bring And Pâ—nâ—o and Pendeo did weigh every thing In the Ballance of Justice Says Oleo I smell There 's Traytors amongst us Says Tuâ—eo I swell With grâ—ef to think on 't and so did Thrgeo too Says â—uspicio I suspect it as well as you And blam'd â—itupero much that was the cause on 't That â—olâ— he was forc'd likewise to fly upon 't Nâ—go deny'd that he had any hand in it Says Scâ—uâ—or I 'le search't out within this Minnit Trunco then did mangle all came near him And Trudo thrust so strong that all did fear him Temno did despise all danger that might come And Vibro brandisht out his Sword and lookt grum Upon 'em all Vito to avoid this storm Hid â—imself in a hollow Tree poor Worm And 〈◊〉 likewise went to visit him there At last Vulgo publisht abroad where they were Râ—go and Pito askt Pardon â—oâ— their fault Because they fear'd they might be brought To punishment And Quatio 'gan to shake Vlciscor swore that he revenge wou'd take Which made Vlulo houle for very grief Until that Venio did come to his relief Vindico did challenge any there to sight Which Renno did refuse at the first sight Propago did shrink the fight for to prolong And Probo being then among the throng Did approve of what he said and Pateo he Lay open to these slanders which made him flee Repo did creep from thence into a Wood VVhich Veto forbid saying 't would do no good Dormio then told'em he must sleep a while Yes yes says Vmbo lye down on that pile Of Bavins Says Exuo then put of too Your Armes 't is best says Facio so to do Says Cupio then Faith now I covet drink I believ 't says Creao but where 's the chink To purchase it Says Do I give it him Come then says Pleo fill it to the brim Bold Scindo then was cut into the brain And Fluo swore the Blood flow'd out amain Says Frico rub his Temples well be sure And I says Precor will pray for his cure VVhich made poor Horrâ—â— then to dread the fight And Gaudio did rejoice when out of â—ight Gemo began to groan being wounded sore Says Bibo let him drink a little mâ—â—e o th' Cordial but Mutio muttering by Frango did break his head immediately Foveo did cherish all this bleeding crew And Nutrio he nourisht some of 'em too Faetio did stink for fear when he did see Ferio strike down another And Fugo he As well as his Brother Fugio flyes and Flo VVith fighting long began to puff and blow Fleo did weep extreamly for to see Flagito to beg for 's life so earnestly I must confess that Fatior got renown And Fatigo was weary too with looking on Fido did trust to much unto his broken blade VVhich made Festino hasten to his aid Fallo did deceive'em all for when he found The Bullets hiss he fell upon the ground That honest Cogito did think him dead Experior too did try to rub his head Doleo griev'd that Death should thus o'retake him Yet Expergiscor did at last awake him Exerceo then did exercise his crew But he like Desero did forsake him too Festo stood too 't Advenio then comes to him VVhich when Obsecro saw he then did woe him To invade bold Ingruo that Scandeo he Did climb for safety up on Oaken Tree Then Simulo did counterfeit a wound or two Singultio likewise sobbs to see him so Arto being dry did wish his inside wetter No matter says Ardeo you 'l burn the better I was betraid says Drâ—do to this dismal day Yet Prurio's fingers itch to fight they say Pungo was prickt toth ' heart when upon him Premo did press yet Vinco overcame him Meo unto the Battle hast doth make But Desino doth the Field forsake Spiro to breath doth forbear to smite But crafty Evito doth escape the Fâ—ght Miror in wonder standing much amaz'd And faint Aspicio on the Battâ—e gâ—z'd Supero did overcome who e're he meet Anâ— Gratulor did the valiant Hero greet Spâ—ro did hope Sperno to put to flâ—ght And Redeo returned wounded from the fight Stringo did strein himself to overcome Bold Puso who quickly stâ—uck him down Then Tuno thunder'd in with might and main To help Succurro which was almost slain Ferreo waxt hot by all these great Allâ—rms And Fido trusts more to his feet then Arms Luo discharg'd a Bullet then so right The Powder scorcht poor Vstulo that night Luxo then did put his Arm quite out of Joint That Vngo was forc'd at last it to annoint Erro mistook the place and wander'd up and down And Equito after him rod from Town to Town Coruâ—coâ— Arms glister'd in the Fight that day And Mico's shin'd likewise as some do say Metuo did fear to meet too as I hear Yet at last with Misceo mingled in the Rear And Occulo did hide himself behind a Tree Which Monstro shew'd to all the Company Sad Verto turned from one side to the other And Muto chang'd too as if he were his Brother Nuo did nod his head at some was there That Neco had almost kill'd him when he came near But Mulceo did asswage his fury then And Parco brought forth Peace to all these Men And though Congruo did advise'em all agree And allured Lacio of his party to be Yet Cingo girds his Sword about him then And Iungo joins with other Martial Men Ausculto hearkens what they mean't to do Emo buyes Armour to defend â—im too Titubo did stumble by his too much hast Vacillo stagger'd too they strook so fast Laedo was hurt and 's Brother Nocco too And Tucor defends himself with much ado Tego was cover'd with a gallant Sheild Yet Verbero beat him so he was forc't to yeilâ— Plango did much lament his grievous chance 'Cause Ico smote him with his direful Lance Ruo did rush into that furious Fight Which did they say poor Terreo much affright Sarcâ—o did patch his Armour 't was so old Which Dâ—mo took away he was so bold Languco did languish 'cause his wounds were deep And Serpo from the Battle soon did creep Bold Voveo vow'd that he 'd have Armour none And Obliviscor too forgot to put his on Palleo lookt very pale and wou'd a fled but Undaunted Teneo soundly held him to 't Findo did cleave his Enemies scull that day Yet Medior made a shift to heal't they say Formido did dread to come into the Fight And Culpo bâ—am'd him for 't they say that Night Voco did call on Vado to go on Poor Labo fains and Iaceo cast him down But Recupero did recover incontinent For Spero gave
You need not fear To be askt till the Quarter day for paying Lately I was at a House in Paris Near to the Church of great St. Maryes VVhere by the means of a Friend of mine VVe there did get most excellent VVine But Tom This at home Is far richer VVine then that Boy Come then Dick Let 's be quick For I shall sadly long till I ha 't Boy Their Stomachs then being whet with desire Away they march being both on a â—ire To taste that blessed Bub as they cal 't VVhich suddainly did their brains assault Then Tom He came home Reeling ripe making Indentures And Dick VVas very sick Yet to his Lodging reelingly ventures SONG 20. The praise of the Glasiers Trade The Tune is My Dame Jaon has pawn'd her Kettle A Glasier is more excellent Surgeon Then any Trade about the Town Because he daily cures by purging All the VVindows up and down Some from their cracks And some from their hacks And some from the holes that causes wind And some from below And about you must know And some from before and some behind His Neighbours say both Friends and Foes He 's fit to be a Constable Because He Quarrels doth compose And from that he does seldom cease And when they 'r done Then every one Unless a Foot-ball does'em meet They 'r perfect and sound And without a wound Or from a Quarrel in the Street Besides he is an Enemy To Idleness we all do know No Trades man takes more Panes then he Within Doors and without 't is so But by those he takes Abroad he makes His Purse the fuller every day Yet some that have had Great pains have been gladâ— To empty their Purse to get 'em away He has a Servant heavy as lead Goes round the Quarrels every day He 's lumpish dull and is ill-breed But very stout the Neighbours say He has need be stout Or he cou'd not do 't Which is to every one a wonder That he alone Without any one Shout keep so many Quarrels assunder A Neighbour also said he was Not fit to make a Constable 'T was askt him why he said because That he is making Quarrels still Yes Why shou'd he not Though some have got Death by Quarrels day and night Yet 't is not so By him we know For he does get his living by 't You see that he 's a Surgeon now And he all Quarrels does compose And by those Quarrels he does too His living get every one knows And takes more panes For honest gains Then any Trades-man whatsoe're And 's Servant Lead Although ill-bred â—s accounted stout both far and near SONG 21. On the Squibs and Crackets thrown on the Lord Major's day IT was upon the twenty ten Of dull October being then The Lord Major's show or else his Day So cal'd by 'th Vulgar as they say I speak not of that glorious crew That past us by in open view As first the Companies several Belonging to each others Hall All clad in black with half red tip it Who on their Pettitoes did Trip-it Nor of those Velvet Coats so black With Chaines of gold hung on their back Nor of that Teem of Scarlet Riders Who of the City Wards are Guiders Nor of the Troops and Horses fairnes Whose Masters all were clad in Harnes Whose Officers Coats bedecked were With gold embroyder'd every where Nor the Foot with Bag-pipe Fife and Drum Who thither with the rest did come Who came to attend Our Soveraign Whom God to bless with all His Train Nor of those gallant Princely Coaches To all I gave a Bonos nocies But of those Gallants treat I do That were Spectators of that Show Who there were placed in Balconies 'Mong which were many Ancient Cronies And Ladies young who all there stood I can't say sit they wisht they cou'd For in the twinkling of an eye Such Squills and Crackets then did fly In such a horrid fiery fashion It forc'd them all to change their station Least it should burn their Garments gay VVhich borrow'd was perhaps that day They cheefly flew like whirligigs On curled Hair and Perriwigs Nothing escapt'em they were so set That all was Fish that came to Net But two prettyer then the rest That lodg'd were in a Traherns Nest On the Eldest flew with such a force It burnt her Hood without remorse And had not then a Fen been near With water to quench it I fear Her lovely Hair to wrack had gone Do all that e're he cou'd have done Some at this wou'd a lookt pale but she Fixt Roses in her cheeks Immediatly 'T is thought he might have sav'd her Hood Had he not b'in a kissing Mood With another that stood by him But let that pass I 'le not bely him To save it he some mischief got For 's Perruke had like to a gone to 'th pot And half Skirt too or â—â—me told a lye Take heed of kissing Friend when Squibs do flye Nay they did fly that time so hot It burnt the Youngers Petticoat And one spark did from th' other skip VVhich burnt our pretty Red-coats lip Also a Lord but the Lord knows who It was for it burnt his Breeches too His Coat and Perriwig and Hat And eke his richly lac'd Cravat Nay they from VVindows scarce cou'd peep But suddainly they forc'd were creep Back again or those Ladies fair VVâ—re sure to burn their Hoods and Hair No Gowns nor VVhisks did then escape For on Petticoats they made a rape Not on those that were a top alone But below they were so sawcy grown Pretty S too did get her share For 't burnt her Cuffs and Hood and Hair And modest Sh too do what we cou'd It burnt her Petticoat and Hood Had ye been ugâ—y it ne're had meet ye You see what 't is now to be pretty And honest Youncrick to secure A pretty Lady did endure A hot contest but by his leave It quickly burnt his half shirt Sleeve The Author catcht on in 's hand a top And flung't in 's face that threw it up To keep 't from them that were above But by his favour it burnt his Glove Last I advise if any go Next Year to see the Lord Major's show You must not in Balconies stand Or Window that 's low at any hand But i' th Garret or Leads at top For that 's too high to fling'em up So taking leave in Wood-street three Tun Cloisters At the sign o' th Barrel wherein we boil'd our Oysters SONG 22. On a Lady and her Chamber-maid A Chamber Maid was got with Child For which her Lady did call her Whore And said that she had her House defil'd And vow'd she wou'd turn her out a Door Who got the Child says she you Jade Your Husband and please you Madam VVhy where you VVhore forsooth she said In the Truckle-bed at Hadham VVhy where was I I 'le know the truth Come tell me or else I 'le make yee In the High-bed fast asleep forsooth
likewise Justice be o' th Peace And Quoram grave That so I still might dominere Over all Men in the Shire 'T is all I 'de have Over all Men c. And after this I do intreat I might be Knight and Baronet With riches store And every day the best of Meat For me and my good Friends to eat I crave no more For me c. Another Boon if you 'l afford I do desire to be a Lord With Lands good store That so I may fix Horses keep For my fine Coach of excellent shape I crave no more For my c. And likewise then I further crave To be an Earl that 's rich and brave With Houses store To each a Park fil'd full of Deer And groves of Timber here and there I beg no more And groves c. And then me thinks I fein would be A Duke likewise of highest degree With Lands o' th best That so I may keep Misses store Which if you grant I 'le beg no more I do protest Which if c. But now I think upon it well I have no mind to go to Hell For all I have But do desire that I may go To Heaven my self and Friends also 'T is all I crave To Heaven my self and Friends also 'T is all I crave SONG 46. A Gentleman on his Mistriss lately forced into the Country FAir Saint farwel to thee I 'le pay The tribute of my vows each day Distance of place shall ne're bring me To play the Heretick 'gainst thee Though thou art absent yet will I Remain thy constant votary Dear Object of my Souls delight Though thou art ravish'd from my sight New Beauties shall not me surprise I none of those will Idolise My loyal heart shall ever be A Sacrifice reserv'd for thee Should any ask the reason why Sorrow's Triumphant in mine eye Or what the cause is that my grief Exceed all Limits of relief 'T is too to plain since I must say The fair Bâ—lindâ—'s gone away SONG 47. In praise of his beautiful Mistriss WHen first my Lucasta my heart did surprise By the attraction of Beauty power of her eyes I trembled and sighed and stedâ—astly gaz'd Until that my thoughts in raptures were rais'd That Monarch's unworthy who grutches to part With Scepter or Crown to attain such a heart Were the Curtains of Age drawn over that face Where now dwells perfection of Beauty and Grace Her tongue is so charming and language so fit Some call her Angel so Divine is her wit But whil'st Wit and Beauty each other support She 'l be the chief Gallant of Town and of Court Let none then presume with Lucasta to vie A Star of her Luster out-shines all that 's nigh That Beauty 's no Beauty if she be but near All Beauty to hers still a foil will appear What wish could I wish were I sure of a grant But to Love as I do and adore such a Saint Let Envy now burst and speak if it dare Since all the World knows how much she is fair A mind that 's so Noble a Spirit so brave Who would not then wish still to be her Slave I would not be freed though an Empire I gain A troublesome Crown cannot equal my chain SONG 48. A Complaint against Love LOve is a sickness full of woes All remedy refusing A plant that with most cutting grows Most barren with least using Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cryes Hey ho. Love is a torment of the mind A tempest everlasting And you have made it of a kind Not well nor full nor fasting Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cryes Hey ho. SONG 49. A Song by a Person of Quallity LOve is a passion every one must have 'T was never known that freedom reach'd the grave â—hose glowing fires alwayes existent are â—hough they 'r at first unknown and then we dare Huff at the Boy and call him blind defie His Art and all that lyes in destiny â—e choak our knowledge in a Spungy Tomb â—â—ntented Ignorance doth give the doom â—e strive to think we are in the right but then â—Ve can not think for yet we are not Men Thus for a while w' are foyl'd as in a dream Till the Sparks join and burst into a flame AN ELYGY On Sir Edward Sprague â—Ale like the Prisoners trembling at the Barr When they to death condemn'd by th' Judges are â— look'd true English-men with selfe same fear â—â—rpriz'd when they their Admirals fate did hear â— sad a Consternation seaz'd on all Their hopes in him have found their Funeral The future Age shall curse that rigid Fate Which did decree such ruine to the State Of Brittain's Isle so soon for to admit Death should arrest what was so dear to it God Mars dejectedly does hang his head Since his brave matchless Darling Sprague is dead Those victorious Lawrels which did heretofore Invest his Temples he from thence hath tore And hath resolv'd all his Trophys shall Be in one Pyle burnt at his Funeral The Sea-born God doth sit oppress'd with grief Cursing the VVaves for yeilding no relief To him who did alone deserve that they Should their just Tribute of obedience pay Weep Brittains weep and let your flowing Eyâ— Bring Floods of Tears each day for Sacrifice To his dear Memory whose spotless Fame Shall live till Death it self shall want a Name On Epitaph on the same Hence flatt'ring Mourners you whose hyred Eyâ— Can weep not grief at funeral Obsequies Whose sighs and tears do only serve like smoak To crow'd your selves into a Mourning cloak Let none such dare presume this place 't is â—or truâ— And real Plaintiss here 's no room for you Should all true Mourners wait upon his Herse VVe then must Congregate the Universe VVhich were not safe for fear the Tears which fall Should cause a Deluge at his Funeral VVithin this Urns his Magazeen whose worth No Tongue nor Pen can really set forth Here here alas he lyes Intered each dust Of whom deserves Executors in trust SONG 50. A Match at Drinking LEt the Bowl pass free From thee unto me As it first came to thee 'T is pitty that we should confine it Seeing we have both Credit and Coin yet Let it e'ne take it's course There 's no stopping it's force Let him hang that first does decline it Away cast the cares Your shoâ—s and your wares Those Irrational fears Let your minds be as frolick as his'en is That from his young Bride newly risen is VVe will banish that Soul That comes here to condole VVhich is troubled with Love or with business There 's no Man we 'l name Nor a Lady Inflame That is given to 'th game It will to adumpishnes drive all And make us go mad and go wive all VVe will have this whole Night Set apart for delight And our Mirth shall have no corrival Then see that the Glass In its Circuit does